Ahhh,the good ole chewing of the blanket... I would chew on the corners once in awhile..getting it all torn while carrying it around.

My mom would secretly throw them away after awhile and getting me a new one. And I would cry when I couldn't find the previous one...and my dad had to comfort me till I calmed down..

Taken with my phone,and so I'm sorry for bad cam skills. >_<
And no..I have no babyfur/cub fetish...in case anyone misunderstands

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