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Sunday, December 21, 2008

stickers



Stickers are the thing. Stickers cling to us everywhere, to all parts of us and on all surfaces. On the sole of every shoe and sock and slipper is an Elmo or a Grover. Look closely at someone's hair and you'll find a little kitty ("sssshhh!") or puppy ("bo-bo"). The tub drain is clogged with sodden stickers (she had to see for herself that they didn't work in the bath). Glittery stars. Holographic smiley faces. Stuck to your unmentionables when you pull them from the laundry dryer.

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