- Kelly asked her husband. – I'm sure, that it was there before my leaving. It's always laying on my sofa.
- What do you want from me, I'm busy. – he answered distractedly.
- Have you seen my toy–bear? It isn't on its real spot. Has someone been here?
- No, why are you asking about? – he muttered and continued to peel the vegetables.
- But this toy was always here. And you know about it.
- I don't know. You always lose your stuff. It's not my business.
This toys was very important for her. It was the only one thing, which sent her to the past. It was the only one memory of her dead father and the fire, which destroyed her house. Its burnt ear always reminded her about that terrible accident. In her childhood she used to believe, that it was real. It reminded her a white bear from the North Pole. It had a little tale, and was made of soft fur. She always loved hugging it, when she was going to bed alone. But now it isn't here. She has rummaged through the all parts around the sofa and elsewhere. She's angry so much. However, her eyes have noticed a glimpse of something tiny. It's one earring and it's definitely not hers. She's taken it into her hand and asked.
- Honey, don't you want to return it?
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