Poor bro and sis…
I feel sad for Woody… looks like he’s had a lot sadder past than mine. :( His owner was a lively child it seems, too lively, and he ended up breaking his toy apart to a point Woody was barely fixable. So he got trown away, and the old man who re-sewed him again was the flea market vendor that sold it to Andy. Really awful… And Jessie… well, she was a little luckier, because she wasn’t broken in a million pieces, but she got thrown away to be replaced by a Barbie doll, that was more in the likings of her old owner.
Poor siblings of mine. Really, if I think of what Matthew did of me, I was a lot luckier than they were. Gladly we all live under the same roof now, with a wonderful family. And that’s a relief.
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The name is Buzz Lightyear, and I've recently acquired the last name of Prime from my adoptive family. I'm neither a human being, nor an alien, but I'm a closest thing to a robot: I'm a toy. Thus, the blog you're going to read was written by a toy, one that is willing to share his own feelings with whomever cares to read. And, of course, with my beloved 'adoptive' family.
January 21st, 2010 at 8:18 pm
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