Meet my friend. His name is Woody. He is sturdy, strong, doesn't mind if poke him with a fire poker, or use his face as a foot rest. All in all, I'd have to say his pretty much the perfect friend. Sometimes I feel as if Woody doesn't fully appreciate me... I don't know If I'm just being stupid, But I feel as if he is always giving me the death stare...
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