When I was born, Coco was there to greet me.
When I started talking, all of my toys were called Coco as it was an easy name for me to remember and pronounce. And to him, it stuck.
He and his hooded jogging suit have followed me everywhere. I've learned to tie my shoes with his and hid many treasures in his pockets.
He is now bathed and brushed, and still showered by love.

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