Snuggles

It’s always a struggle whether to take him with me when I go away. A struggle with my conscience as I would hate for him to get lost, a struggle to conceal him from the wife as I have to smuggle him into the luggage when she isn’t looking. However, it’s worth the struggle, and the smuggle when I get to snuggle him at night. Nearly 50 years old and still taking the same 50 year old teddy bear to bed. When I can get away with it, that is!

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