Back in the day, when I was delivering flowers, I used to see a young woman walking the streets holding a teddy bear. She was in her twenties, with short blond hair, and wore dresses that reminded me of the girls I knew in the first grade. She was an attractive woman, but it was obvious that she was missing a few screws.
The teddy bear she carried was worn out from being held too much. It was a white teddy bear, but it had become ragged and soiled.
I'd see the girl walking in random places. Sometimes I'd see her in the neighborhoods near the mountains, and other times I'd see her closer to Colorado Boulevard. She had a blank expression on her face as she walked.
The pervert in me thought of trying to talk to her, but I never did for fear of something.
I hadn't seen the girl in a while. I wondered what happened to her. Then, one day as I was driving near Washington boulevard I saw her walking toward Colorado boulevard. She had the teddy bear under her arm as usual, but this time I noticed something different. There was a bulge coming from her skirt. I had to look twice to make sure, but sure enough she was pregnant.
Huh? Someone took advantage of my little girl.
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