Never Forgotten

Her mouth wore a happy smile, with bright brown eyes that lit up her face. But it was all fake. On the inside, she was crying. Crying as she hugged the girl for what she knew would be the last time in a long time. It had to come one day, right? Toys get old and forgotten, even ones as loved as she was. She was thankful, she supposed, that she would remain with someone of her best friends, but the shelf was so high up, and it was a tight squeeze. Mummy, she weeped. She wasn't the only one crying on the inside, but she knew she would never let such toys be forgotten. No, they would be remembered, forever. And if in text, then so be it. They were the ones that made her life fun, and it'd remain that way.

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