My twin sister (twister, if you will) got me a lil' stuffy dwagon a while back. He's become quite my cuddle buddy in these past few months of single living. Franz is his name and he's perfectly shoulder sized and totally adorable and it reeeeallly messes with my head when I start to think he's got a personality.
It's not my fault he's a very expressive collaboration of felt, polyester stuffing, wires, and hot clue. Every time I put him in a bag he looks up at me like "Weally? I git tew go wif?"
Too cute to not be alive. He's whispering me sweet nothings as we speak!
I'll probably never grow up. I'm totally cool with that.
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