You see how his arm is broken?? One part broke my freshman year, and he held on for a looong time...then, yesterday, as I was going to pick up a call in order to Coney Island, he broke and now the arm is just wagging and hanging..
I can't take him out in public anymore, he has paint on him (from when I was doing my Maid-Of-Honor duties for my cousin in Louisiana), he leans to the side (from when I let Lizzy where em and she was draggin him while she was walking), and he's not so black any more (I had him for 3 years wtf you expect). And I miss him and our long walks that we had to Kirkhof, I have to banish Sir Croculous to latenight runs and house shoes....
I'll miss you kid!
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