Writer's Block: Toys in the attic
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Quinn. He's a stuffed penguin my grandparents gave me for Christmas when I was in second grade. I was terribly sick that Christmas and he made me feel better. From then on, he's always been on my bed to cuddle with (and when I was younger, use for a pillow). I used to take him with me whenever I slept somewhere else.
Right now he's sitting next to me, rocking a way-too-big Cubs hat. I don't always take him with me on overnight trips anymore, but that's because I know he'll be there, waiting for me, when I come home.
Quinn. He's a stuffed penguin my grandparents gave me for Christmas when I was in second grade. I was terribly sick that Christmas and he made me feel better. From then on, he's always been on my bed to cuddle with (and when I was younger, use for a pillow). I used to take him with me whenever I slept somewhere else.
Right now he's sitting next to me, rocking a way-too-big Cubs hat. I don't always take him with me on overnight trips anymore, but that's because I know he'll be there, waiting for me, when I come home.
