Most other little kids had teddy bears... I had a stuffed raccoon that I loved. I named him Coony. Get it? Because he was a raccoon! I carried him around everywhere until he got really beaten up. His tail was near coming off. My last memories of him were when I got in to Mom and Dad's water bed and threw up all over Coony... and dad. I think Mom put him in the bath tub to rinse him off. I really don't remember him after that.
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