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May 13, 2010

Ted: Sometimes

I curl up into a ball, making myself as small as I can be. I become a small round thing, instead of the thing she hates. I don't understand why, but she can't see me when I'm round.

When she is well again, she laughs, bakes cookies, and even plays games. But I never play with a ball when she is well. I don't want her to associate me with anything round. I can be tall, and let my pigtails and skirts flap in the wind playing outside.

When I sleep though, I curl up tight, and just be round.

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