I’m in my late teens. My closest confidant is my battered old teddy, Wadsworth (he was meant to be named Wordsworth, after the poet, but I got him when I was one and made a mess of his name. Now he is Wadsworth for convenience.) He’s about fifteen years old, has changed from white to a kind of dirty yellow-cream, and his fur’s a mess. I wuv him dearly and can’t get to sleep without knowing where he is. <3
I’m in my late teens. My closest confidant is my battered old teddy, Wadsworth (he was meant to be named Wordsworth, after the poet, but I got him when I was one and made a mess of his name. Now he is Wadsworth for convenience.) He’s about fifteen years old, has changed from white to a kind of dirty yellow-cream, and his fur’s a mess. I wuv him dearly and can’t get to sleep without knowing where he is. <3