Punchinello laughed.
'Me special? Why?
I can't walk fast. I can't jump.
My paint is peeling.
Why do I matter to you?"
Eli looked at Punchinello,
put his hands on those small wooden shoulders,
and spoke very slowly.
"because you are mine,
that's why you matter to me."
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"Remember"
Eli said as the Wemmick walked out of the door,
"you are special because I made
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