Sta.sh
And I feel icky because the first night I was up at my grandparent's house, one of my cousins left her bag in the floor, and I came walking through there in the dark and tripped over it and cut my hand open on the metal of the pull-out bed! It was sliced open deep enough that you could almost see the MUSCLE, I think! O.O I CRIED! I can't swim for a while, so I'm having to walk for an hour for the PALA Challenge that I'm doing, and don't know how the hell I'm gonna WRITE because it was my left hand that got cut! I'M LEFT-HANDED! It just HAD to be my left hand, didn't it!
So, now I have a cracked-open toe and a sliced-open hand AND I'm on my fricking period! WHY?!P.S. Soon, I'll be posting some pics of my cut-open hand so you can get what I'm talking about!
Hurt 
I just love those guys to pieces! ^.^ 
And by 'rescue' I mean, I shop for them in stores that carry stuffed animals, the thrift store, and eBay. 
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