Writer's Block: Toys in the attic

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Oh my dooooog.

When I was like, four, my dad gave me this stuffed camel. I have no idea where he got it or why, or why he decided to give it to me, but he gave it to me, complete with a green bow on its head. I vaguely remember the actual giving, and from then on I would not let it go. I remember being very attached to the fact that the camel had the bow on her head, so much that I cried when the glue wore out, and my dad's second wife pitied me so much that she sewed it - sewed it - back on.

Her name is Clarice (yes, you can joke about that, but blame my dad - he named her) and she has been my #1 toy forever. She stays on my bed and always will, UNTIL I AM A GEEZER.

EDIT: NOW WITH A PICTURE:

Writer's Block: Toys in the attic

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Oh my dooooog.

When I was like, four, my dad gave me this stuffed camel. I have no idea where he got it or why, or why he decided to give it to me, but he gave it to me, complete with a green bow on its head. I vaguely remember the actual giving, and from then on I would not let it go. I remember being very attached to the fact that the camel had the bow on her head, so much that I cried when the glue wore out, and my dad's second wife pitied me so much that she sewed it - sewed it - back on.

Her name is Clarice (yes, you can joke about that, but blame my dad - he named her) and she has been my #1 toy forever. She stays on my bed and always will, UNTIL I AM A GEEZER.

EDIT: NOW WITH A PICTURE:

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DO WANT!

( OPINING BENEATH )

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Also

DO WANT!

( OPINING BENEATH )

Crossposted to ontdavatar