If you’re good, the magical syringe fairy will visit!
I remember when I was little and my mom would tuck me into bed. Snug, warm, secure. She would kiss my forehead. smooth my hair and snuggle my favorite toy into the crook of my arm.
Syringey and I would drift off to dreamland, dreaming dreams of puncturing skin, taking blood samples, pushing heroine. It was a simpler time and place. One day, Syringey went missing and I? Well, I was devastated. I searched through my photos of my beloved Syringe and Quickly made signs.
Missing, stuffed syringe. Answers to “Syringey”
Desperate for a hit to find my missing friend! He enjoys Murder
She Wrote, long walks on the beach and pushing smack Girl
Scout cookies.
Alas, Syringey was never found, until now.
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