A faded mark
Kate’s tears flowed freely now as she held the familiar stuffed panda bear in her kitchen, comparing it to the one in the old photograph she had just seen. She carefully inspected the bear’s belly, searching for a particular stain she remembered from childhood. Her heart skipped a beat when she found the same small, faded mark. “This can’t be real!” she whispered, overwhelmed.
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