my one comfort item is basically ruined, thanks to you two. thanks for not trusting me enough to go up to my own room, forcing me to have my brother go get it. thanks for allowing him to hug it, thanks for letting him get it to smell like him, and now it's just not the same.
now it doesn't smell like haley and pizza.
it smells like this house and thousands of horrible memories.
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your dad and stepmom piss me off.
ReplyDeletei gave that bear to YOU.
not anyone else.
and i wanna know how it got to smelling like peetz. but that may just be because you hug it after work.
looks like it's time for mike bear to get a bath and ship him to NC and make him smell like me.