Lennox loved his Carebear. A lot. He would spend hours trying to chew its ears off and tear the button off its butt. He would toss that bear high into the air, and bring him to me for a friendly game of tug-of-war.
This is Lenno and his bear, in their favorite perch, gazing out the spare bedroom's window onto Amsterdam. What good times.
Until Lenno ate that bear.
He made sure every last piece of stuffing was sufficiently dead.
Don't eat your friends. Just don't do it.
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