Andrew rolled his eyes a little on this one. He was 75% off, chipped, strange, and really, useless, but I had to have him. Carried in my bag, wrapped in a handkerchief for the long walk home, I have never once regretted the purchase of this horse. He sits on a shelf near my desk, spending time with an old Avon owl, and I like to think that when no one else would, I brought him home, and gave him a small, static, beautiful life.
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