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His sweaty hands wrapped around the bears head roughly as he held it behind his back, he approached the door nervously. The sound of the bell made him jump, interrupting his own world wrapped up by words. She came to the door as a vision of beauty, childishly he stood there in awe forgetting completely about the stuffed toy, and suddenly he jolted it out in front of her.
She took one look at the cute mammal hugging a heart and wrapped her arms around his neck, passionately kissing him. Carefully avoiding her with his clammy hands, he kissed her back, allowing his nerves to flow away through her mouth.
Everyday, she picked up the bear, hugging it before leaving the house. It sat proudly on the side in her kitchen, and as the relationship went further the bear grew more proud, more important to her. Eventually he moved in, smiling every time he past the small bear sitting upon the side.
One night he came home with the scent of another woman flowing off him like the foul stench of fermented apples. The pain as he admitted it to her was unbearable, she picked up the bear, threw it against the ground and walked him out of her house.
As soon as she’d shut the door, she ran to the couch crying, leaving the bear laying there, crying,
“Love me."

Description

His sweaty hands wrapped around the bears head roughly as he held it behind his back, he approached the door nervously. The sound of the bell made him jump, interrupting his own world wrapped up by words. She came to the door as a vision of beauty, childishly he stood there in awe forgetting completely about the stuffed toy, and suddenly he jolted it out in front of her.
She took one look at the cute mammal hugging a heart and wrapped her arms around his neck, passionately kissing him. Carefully avoiding her with his clammy hands, he kissed her back, allowing his nerves to flow away through her mouth.
Everyday, she picked up the bear, hugging it before leaving the house. It sat proudly on the side in her kitchen, and as the relationship went further the bear grew more proud, more important to her. Eventually he moved in, smiling every time he past the small bear sitting upon the side.
One night he came home with the scent of another woman flowing off him like the foul stench of fermented apples. The pain as he admitted it to her was unbearable, she picked up the bear, threw it against the ground and walked him out of her house.
As soon as she’d shut the door, she ran to the couch crying, leaving the bear laying there, crying,
“Love me."