Made a little detour down the toy aisle whilst grocery shopping. I noticed a forlorn
Wobbuffet laying on the bottom shelf. I picked him up and his whispered to me, "Take me home, Javi."
How he knew my name, I don't know. Well it could have been my name. It all sounded like "wobbu-wobbu", but I felt it. I felt it. The connection was made. I
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