When I was a young lad I had my toy guns, legos, and many other strange things but none of them were like my benie baby zebra. I slept with my zebra every night for I don’t know how long and there was no going to sleep without it. I don’t remember getting off using my zebra but I’m sure it was like a drug attic going through withdrawal with a lot of sleepless nights and crying and emotional problems. To this day my zebra is in a chest in my house that my mom calls the hope chest. Zeebz will always have a place in my heart.
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