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There it was, the filthy thing, just sitting there on the bed. Widowmaker continued to stare at the horrid, over-size dog plush. The thing was old and filthy but for some reason (Y/N) preferred cuddling with that monstrosity instead of her. Now don't get the wrong idea Widowmaker wasn't jealous of the toy; She'd never submit to such a foolish emotion, she just didn't understand.