I am ashamed.
There is a lone evergreen tree growing in front of a home on 12th St. in the South Slope where "well loved Stuffies" are stacked into a kind of retirement. A miserable nursing home of sorts for mangy moth-eaten unwanted toy animals. They are all left out, exposed to the elements. Someones idea of a contemptible compost pile for fiber-filled fun fur. Dingy, dirty, down-at-the -heel cartoon characters.
Tattered, wretched menagerie... "Blue, is that you? Elmo? For God's sake Pooh... I'm sorry, I didn't know.
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