Uiui, my favourite plushie, was visibly falling apart. After many nights of being squished under my body and countless trips to the washing machine, what was left of him were loose joints and sticking-out stuffing. He certainly missed some of his limbs too (perhaps even his trunk). My mom tried, unsuccessfully, to replace him with a new one – a replica of Uiui, that looked, smelled nor felt nothing like Uiui. I was so offended! Uiui was offended too.
With some things it’s not their physical form that makes them magical. And that something, which is not the physical form, cannot possibly be replaced.
Did you ever own a plushie you couldn’t live without?
What happened when your plushie fell apart? (I hope it never did, though!)
Until next week, cheers! - Mojca
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