I find it unnerving to suddenly remember that my childhood teddy bear had a butt-crack. The bear’s white fur got dirty pretty early on. And I remember prying apart the little butt-crack and noticing that the fur in there was pristine, clean and white.

I don’t remember the bear’s name, but I remember its butt-crack.

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