So there's this story from when I was a little kid, back when my sister used to live with us. She offered to trade me a goldenrod crayon for my favorite stuffed animal. I thought goldenrod meant literally a rod of gold. I thought it would be cool to have a gold crayon. She wouldn't trade me back when I figured it out.
Fast forward ten years.
I didn't still sleep with the stuffed tiger, but when my sister left, she took the damn thing anyway. And she left me a goldenrod crayon in its place.
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