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When I was a kid my rubber ducky was my best friend. There I said it. You happy now? I named it Ducky, because that's what kids do. But Ducky didn't judge me for my lack of creativity. Oh, no. In fact he lauded my efforts. Ducky was an amazing listener. One day, Momma told me that we had to drop Ducky off at farm, with plenty of pastures to run through and a giant bathtub made of ivory.

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