It was a little mean of her, but he looked the other way and said, "Shoo, Teddy."
"In nomine Pathris—" began Teddy, crossing himself in a fright.
Teddy does not attempt to keep up; she invariably topples over.
Lying there in the bed, he did look like a teddy bear, a dear little teddy bear.
Teddy, you came to California a number of years before I did.
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