Straw Bear Y looks wistfully toward the northwest corner of Tyranea and Dr. Young Kane’s Mental Health Institute from her southeast position, wishing her husband Blue Bear Y would get well and be able to return home. But she knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon. They hadn’t kissed in ages!
Oh well, she has other options in the meantime. “Coming back to bed, honey pot?” Ralph the milkman queried from inside.
“Sure.”
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