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My Towel
I have a towel which I like since I was a baby.
It is always with me.
Because it is my friend.
It wipes my tears when I am crying. (sad)
It plays with me when I am bored.
Sometimes I hide myself under it.
As I am grown up, it became smaller and smaller.
But I still like my towel.
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