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Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She didn't have a name, or an age, or a big, amazing, fancy childhood like all the other little girls had. None of the other little girls wanted to be friends with her because of this. She felt very lonely.
One day, she woke up and decided to take a walk down the street. Upon her journey, she stumbled upon a small plush bunny, carelessly abandoned on the pavement by her house. She picked him up, and cleaned him off, and cuddled him, and loved him, and named him Georg--I mean, Sir Patty McPatterson the Third. And even though everyone else in her world had a bunny just like hers, she knew deep down inside that her bunny was special, because she loved it dearly and didn't treat it as a number in a collection of hundreds like all the other little girls did. So she spent all of her time with the little doll in hopes that, no matter how rich or popular or well-dressed she became, she would stick by her Sir Patty McPatterson no matter what. The promise was kept. The bunny was happy.
And the little girl didn't feel all that lonely anymore.
One day, she woke up and decided to take a walk down the street. Upon her journey, she stumbled upon a small plush bunny, carelessly abandoned on the pavement by her house. She picked him up, and cleaned him off, and cuddled him, and loved him, and named him Georg--I mean, Sir Patty McPatterson the Third. And even though everyone else in her world had a bunny just like hers, she knew deep down inside that her bunny was special, because she loved it dearly and didn't treat it as a number in a collection of hundreds like all the other little girls did. So she spent all of her time with the little doll in hopes that, no matter how rich or popular or well-dressed she became, she would stick by her Sir Patty McPatterson no matter what. The promise was kept. The bunny was happy.
And the little girl didn't feel all that lonely anymore.
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