“Weeks
passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy
loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his
whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown
spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked
like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always
beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He
didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had
made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.”
Margery Williams
The Velveteen Rabbit
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