[It was a slow creeping sort of feeling that built up over the course of the story, but slow in the way a tsunami takes some time to build.]
[It is rare that stories ever 100% hit home like this, because most stories are written for people. Not from the perspective of toys.]
[But it hits home and hits hard. Woody is sobbing by the end of it, for more reasons than even Buzz understands, reasons that go back to a little boy with glasses getting sick before the polio vaccine, and after he got better, whisking him and Slink out of a pile of infected books and clothes and toys and bedding meant to go into a bonfire. Whispering for them to sleep long and deeply after hiding them in the attic, and them believing they should so hard that they did.]
[Followed by a grown man, also with glasses, sick again, placing them in the hands of his five-year-old son, making Woody dance around in his hands.]
["This is an old friend of mine and anytime you miss me and I can't be around, he'll be there to help take care of you for me..."]
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[It is rare that stories ever 100% hit home like this, because most stories are written for people. Not from the perspective of toys.]
[But it hits home and hits hard. Woody is sobbing by the end of it, for more reasons than even Buzz understands, reasons that go back to a little boy with glasses getting sick before the polio vaccine, and after he got better, whisking him and Slink out of a pile of infected books and clothes and toys and bedding meant to go into a bonfire. Whispering for them to sleep long and deeply after hiding them in the attic, and them believing they should so hard that they did.]
[Followed by a grown man, also with glasses, sick again, placing them in the hands of his five-year-old son, making Woody dance around in his hands.]
["This is an old friend of mine and anytime you miss me and I can't be around, he'll be there to help take care of you for me..."]
That's the best story I've ever heard.
[He has to choke out to Buzz between sobs.]