My mom loves to give both me and my brother stuffed animals. I maybe pushing thirty (did I really just type that?) but that doesn't mean that birthdays, Christmas, and any other gift giving occasion she can dream up have to be stuffy free. This particular dragon was a gift several years ago. Possibly in college. He sits up on the shelves in our rec room, peeking out from behind the grid to observe our comings and goings.
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