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The cook loved the bear like her own son. Justify.
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The cook had brought up the baby bear on bottle milk. The lady wanted to punish the bear by chaining him for two days. The cook told the lady that the bear had not gone anywhere. She saved the bear from punishment. It shows that the cook loved the bear like her own son.
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