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“Honey, we need to talk”, Greg looked over to top of his newspaper, eyes questioning.

“You know that cute little bear your mother gave Zara for her birthday?”, Greg’s eyes acknowledging the question.

“Well I found it in her wardrobe, right in the corner, on a makeshift bench, in a jar, a jar full of clear liquid”.  I stopped, waiting for his reaction.

“I wouldn’t be to concerned, Z has always had an active imagination, you know that”, he lifted the newspaper and continued reading.

“That’s not the only thing that was in jars”, I said unable to hide my concern. He slowly lowered the paper, eyes wide in anticipation of what I might say next…