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lost !

I lost my friend. it's a stuffed moomin with lots of hair, which is an ancestor of Moomin.

In other words, he fled away from me, maybe. 

By the time I noticed, he'd gone away.

I called my mother, thinking she brought it their home.

But she didn't. She said a thief broke into my house.

I walked around the room and checked.

It seemed the bloody thief stole nothing but my friend.

I met him about 6 years ago.

It was necessary for me living alone to avoid the feeling of lonliness.

I ate supper with him across a table.

Plz come bsck.