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When I was little, I used to take a toy to bed with me. But...I'd feel so guilty about all the other toys left out of the bed in the cold toycupboard, that sometimes I put them all in my bed. Everything from the teddies, to the dolls, the toy soldiers, and giant soft dinosaur, and even the rockinghorse, perched precariously on the end of the bed. It was basically me, under a mountain of toys.
Eventually, I figured out a way to outsource my responsibilities. I invented an invisible fairy helper, called Susan, to whom I delegated bedtime care of the toys.
Problem solved *smiles*
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