The wine and nom noms at the National Museum of the American Indian were very agreeable.
Only the best for PB!
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My Sad Story
Back in the summer of 2008 I was stuffed into a blisterpack and abandoned in Section 421 at the Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati.
I was rescued from an unknown fate by a couple of friendly strangers - Steve & Luann - who now accompany me on my travels around the world.
Sometimes I am also fostered out to my other friends Christian & Michelle and travel with them. I am one lucky giraffe!
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