"Amy?" she called out, looking under the bed. Amy was a small red penguin that she had bought for herself with her own money when she was four. For three years she told Amy about everything in her life. Now Amy was gone. The scaps of stuffing looked like they were the right size for Amy. Jenny curled herself around the stuffing and cried herself to sleep, wondering who she could tell all of her secrets to now.
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