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When I was young, bedtime was always my favourite part of the day. Wearing soft pajamas and with Tom, my stuffed monkey, in my arms, I felt no pressure at all.
I named Tom after my uncle when I compared Tom’s long arms and legs to his. One night I ran up to Uncle Tom at a family party and told him I had named my monkey after him. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, then a chuckle (咯吱笑) escaped his lips. I guessed he didn’t understand how important it was to me.
Even if Uncle Tom didn’t think my monkey was special, I certainly did. I dressed him in a white baby nightgown. My mother thought that Tom was the best-dressed stuffed animal in the world.
Yes, he was certainly a fashionable creature. The strong cologne (科隆香水) I used on him years ago made him still smell "pretty".
For a long time, Tom went everywhere with me. He was my best friend, and I told him everything. But when I turned twelve, I realized I was too old for s
A. Bedtime used to be the writer’s favourite part of the day because of the stuffed monkey.
B. Uncle Tom liked the stuffed monkey as much as the writer.
C. The writer used to carry the monkey with her wherever she went.
D. Years later the writer realized that it was not wrong to miss Monkey Tom.