Apparently I'm not worth recycling...

So now I can begin to understand how our stuff feels when it reaches the end of its useful life. I believe I'm off to a landfill site for the next generation to discover.

 

Quite why Mrs. Flibble thought I was broken I have no idea. Maybe she purchased me in error or just got bored. But worry not - out of sight, out of mind.

 

*sobs*

 

 

*blubber*

 

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