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Next came the bear. Mishka was built for squishing. Her belly was a cloud that had been sewn into a shape. Leo buried his face in it first, inhaling that ancient scent of childhood, then he fell upon her like a tiny avalanche. He laid on her. He rolled her into a tube. He pressed his cheek against her flattened snout until her embroidered nose disappeared into the fur. squishing nemo mishka
And they had never felt more alive.