Junior, the Bashful

Junior, the Bashful foliows me around every day. He carries my inhalers in his backpack. He looks after me really well, when I allow him to. Sometimes I make him leave ’cause he won’t talk. When he does talk, he’s all about monosyllables and mumble. A girl can get tired of him quick-quick. Sill and all, I like having him around most days. I’m not much of a talker, myself.

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