While accompanying Aaron on his Christmas shopping errands today, I spied a poor little pottery chick peep on a clearance rack in a kitchen store. He was marked down to sixteen cents. 16¢! Poor chick peep! No one wanted him! I plopped down the 16¢ and took him home.
I don't know what he is. But I will love the poor little 16¢ chick peep.
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