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Like a lost soul.
"Ow!" She cried out.
The sound of her own voice filled her ears. She stared at her index finger as a drop of blood appeared on the surface. Despite the many times she pricked herself with the needle, the initial feeling was always unexpected. She licked her finger and continued sewing. In the young girl's lap was a small stuffed animal, one she favored out of all the ones she had. There weren't very many to begin with, so when she accidentally ripped it while playing, the tears came almost instantly. She'd replaced buttons before, an easy task. But never a repair this crucial. Some of the stuffing came out, and it felt as if her own heart had been ripped out. She was able to save some, but most of it had dirt and other things tangled in the soft filler.
The room was mostly silent again, save for the sound of her own breathing and her hands working the needle. A few minutes later, and the repairs were complete. She tied a knot in the string and cut off the excess. She turned the toy over, and two black buttons stared up at her. She took the two front paws in her hands, and rubbed her thumbs over the soft fur. It was comforting. She stood up, and set the cat at the foot of her bed, and smiled. She felt something much like hunger in her stomach, so she turned around and walked to the kitchen, closing the door on her way out. The cat, with the aid of gravity, slid off the bed, and landed in a slumped position, staring at the closed door where the girl once was.
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