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When I was young I read a story enough To know a group of friends mostly made out of fluff. When I look with older eyes I actually begin to see 100 Acre Wood characters inside of me. Sometimes I am in control and can save the day. That’s my Christopher Robin coming into play. Some people think that I’m wise but I’m really rather silly. As I channel my inner-Owl, I admit I act willy-nilly. Other times I’m annoying. Sorry Rabbit, but that’s you. Sometimes I’m playful and that’s my inner-Roo. My Kanga peeks out whenever I nurture
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