Because she left her bear behind.
#ShitIcanAppreciate.
She kept saying, "I know I'm crazy, I know, I know..." She was crying so hard thinking that she may have lost her bear. She begged me to help her (not that it took much), and it wasn't until I shared a deep dark not-so-secret secret that she calmed down:
I am 25 years old, and I sleep with a bear. He's a panda. His name is Brutus. He is the third love of my life and I would be devastated if I lost him.
I get to spend the day kickin' it with Pooh Bear until I can get to the post office to mail him back home. Oh, Brutus will be so jealous.
I only wish that if I were to ever lose Brutus, a stranger might do the same for me.
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