You’re not really Real until your fur is worn off.
First one I can think of is a doll. One year for Christmas, there was a big box under the tree and then a bunch of smaller boxes. The big box held the doll, and the smaller boxes held clothes for the doll. I remember that I wanted to open the big present last, but since I needed to open the big present in order for the smaller gifts to make sense, my parents wouldn’t let me.
Probably just as well; look what happened to Oskar Matzerath, after all!
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