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... kled in helplessness, laughing at her momentary silliness. Her eyes remained looking at the stuffed crochet fox toy.
On a closer look, this fox toy was not Mimo. The latter had very little signs of worn-out for being the toy Calliope loved hugging the most.
Aside from looking to be well taken care of, the red thread forming the fox toy was in a lighter shade of red. Its design was also slightly different than Mimo’s.
’Mimo, can you hear me?’
Leslie tried calling M ...
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