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She picked up the creature, head tilting. Black eyes stared back at her quietly, forgivingly. She bumped her nose against its, soft fuzz dulled from too many days in the sun. Memory stirred, tickling her brain as it grew. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Mom. Very faint, hidden under dust and traces of detergent. Her hands trembled, her eyes burned and she held back a cough, not ready to give up the fragrance quite yet.
Finally, she exhaled and returned Mr. Gordo to his shelf. The scent was almost gone. She would loose her mother all over again.