I saw something really bizzare yesterday as I stepped into the elevator in my apartment: Every single note pinned to an orphan-type in a milk basket came rushing to mind. I wonder why anyone would abandon him though. 
Such a cruel cruel world.
Whatever happens to old toys? Does anyone give them away, throw them away?
He looks tres adorable, and if he’s still around when I get home today, I am going to adopt him.
Such a cruel cruel world.Whatever happens to old toys? Does anyone give them away, throw them away?
Is there somewhere that the souls of not-anymore loved toys go to retire in peace and sit on rocking chairs while they sip mint juleps? Some kind of post-retirement bliss with sunshiny brochures and antisepticky walls? Something called the Quiet home for Olden Toys?
He looks tres adorable, and if he’s still around when I get home today, I am going to adopt him.
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