
Wonton's little bed strikes up a lot of memories. When she was smaller she would curl herself up around it like a ball. Sometimes she got too comfy in it she would pee in it; therefore it has been washed over almost 50 times. She especially enjoyed it when it's wintertime.
Now it's lying empty in front of the fireplace. I will put it away at the end of the week.
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