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The Bear Saga: Part I |
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I bought this cute little bear for a friend for Christmas. Little did I know what I was getting myself (and my friend) into. |
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I was awoken by the sound of clinking bottles coming from my kitchen at 2 am. When I went to investigate, it appeared that I had missed the party. He was already soused, and there was almost no bourbon left for me. I was mad, but I thought maybe he was having trouble adjusting to his new circumstances. |
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I came home the next afternoon to find this little scene playing out in my bedroom. I can only imagine what he tried to sell to my favorite teddy bear (not pictured here). |
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Contents of this page copyright 2005 Pamela C. Prioli. |
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