like it had been buried a long time. My first reaction was immediate.
“No way,” I told him. “That’s filthy. Leave it there.”
But Mark hugged it tighter against his chest.
“He was buried,” he said quietly. “He needs help.”
I tried convincing him to leave it. I offered to buy him a new stuffed animal on the way home. Cleaner. Softer. Better in every possible continue reading …
