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"i'll save myself.. for someone somewhere's sweet caress something goes wrong.. and all i sought was happiness..*** "what is Real?" asked the rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "it's a thing that happen to you. when a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real." "does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "sometimes.." said the Skin Horse, for he was always thruthful. "when you are Real you don't mind being hurt.."..margery williams