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Always be well prepared for the weather with our Doggles Hooded Rain Slicker and walking harness. Our Rain Slickers provide a comfortable, safe, and stylish way to dress your dog whether it's just around the house or around the block. Water resistant material will help keep your dog dry. As always, our walking harnesses are made with extra stitching and metal hardware so they are not only very fashionable, but very usable as well. Availalble in YELLOW, PINK, AND BLUE in the following Sizes: TEACUP, XX-SMALL, X-SMALL, AND SMALL - CLICK ON THE OTHER PICTURES LINK ABOVE TO SEE A SIZING CHART. THIS LISTING IS FOR THE COLOR, SIZE, AND STYLE IN THE LISTING TITLE. FOR OTHER SIZES OR COLORS, PLEASE VISIT OUR AMAZON HOME PAGE.

Misc.:  Always be well prepared for the weather with our Doggles Hooded Rain Slicker and walking harness., Our Rain Slickers provide a comfortable, safe, and stylish way to dress your dog whether it's just around the house or around the block, Water resistant material will help keep your dog dry. As always, our walking harnesses are made with extra stitching and metal hardware so they are not only very fashionable, but very usable as well., Availalble in YELLOW, PINK, AND BLUE in the following Sizes: TEACUP, XX-SMALL, X-SMALL, AND SMALL - CLICK ON THE OTHER PICTURES LINK ABOVE TO SEE A SIZING CHART, THIS LISTING IS FOR THE COLOR, SIZE, AND STYLE IN THE LISTING TITLE. FOR OTHER SIZES OR COLORS, * AMAZON HOME PAGE.
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Always be well prepared for the weather with our Doggles Hooded Rain Slicker and walking harness. Our Rain Slickers provide a comfortable, safe, and stylish way to dress your dog whether it's just around the house or around the block. Water resistant material will help keep your dog dry. As always, our walking harnesses are made with extra stitching and metal hardware so they are not only very fashionable, but very usable as well.

Misc.:  Always be well prepared for the weather with our Doggles Hooded Rain Slicker and walking harness., Our Rain Slickers provide a comfortable, safe, and stylish way to dress your dog whether it's just around the house or around the block, Water resistant material will help keep your dog dry. As always, our walking harnesses are made with extra stitching and metal hardware so they are not only very fashionable, but very usable as well., Availalble in YELLOW, PINK, AND BLUE in the following Sizes: TEACUP, XX-SMALL, X-SMALL, AND SMALL - CLICK ON THE OTHER PICTURES LINK ABOVE TO SEE A SIZING CHART, THIS LISTING IS FOR THE COLOR, SIZE, AND STYLE IN THE LISTING TITLE. FOR OTHER SIZES OR COLORS, PLEASE VISIT OUR AMAZON HOME PAGE.
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ONE PAGE FROM THE GRAPHIC C1850-1899, THE ACTUAL DATE IS IN THE TITLE OR ON THE PAGE ITSELF. ALL ARE GENUINE ANTIQUE VICTORIAN PRINTS AND NOT MODERN COPIES. SIZE IS APPROX 15 x 11 INCHES (OR 38 x 28 cm) or a little larger depending on year. IF THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR PLEASE SEARCH ALL MY LISTINGS. Quality Selling at Your Price

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John Duke (1899-1984) is one of the acknowledged masters of the American art song. This release of twenty-three of his finest songs will afford lovers of vocal music the opportunity to discover Duke's little-known corpus. Comparison with the musical language of other notable American art song composers (Griffes, Loeffler, or Ives, for instance) reveals an unusually consistent and personal style throughout most of Duke's career, the composer venturing only slightly afield of a conventional tonal practice derived mostly from European music of the nineteenth century. Musical influences on his language, in fact, are almost entirely European; most of his songs have an accompanimental texture unmistakably his, continuing, in a way, the tradition of the German Lied, using poems in English.

Duke often claimed, both in his writings and in conversation with colleagues, to have developed his art song style somewhat self-consciously after having studied in great detail the historical, poetical, and musical contexts of three previous genres exhibiting a marriage of music and poetry: the Elizabethan song, the nineteenth-century Lied and the French mélodie of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. His choice of poetry avoids almost completely the abstract in favor of the tried and true themes of love and mortality, themes that most composers have found the most suitable for musical treatment. Duke's music is taken very seriously by those who know his work intimately. After all, about how many American composers could it be said that all 265 songs have a natural feel for the voice, an elegantly matched pianistic accompaniment, a recognizable and personal style, and a musical language that never resorts to false syntax? It is easy to see why American singers love to sing his songs.

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State of Grace is the complete Grace Jones video collection - uncut, uncensored, uncompromising. From 'Warm Leatherette' to 'Slave to the Rhythm', here are all her exotic, outrageous videos.

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Spenco Gel Insoles provide outstanding cushioning for casual, everyday comfort. The triple density design absorbs shock and provides support where your feet need it most. TPR Comfort Gel in the forefoot, soft gel in the heel, and stability cradle in the arch for greater comfort. Metatarsal arch support relieves pressure from the ball of foot. Anti-microbial top cloth helps eliminate odor causing bacteria and reduce friction.

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Professional "Brite White" fabric mouse pads are among the most versatile and durable, providing brilliant graphic reproduction for spot color or full color imprints. This durable polyester surface is above industry standards and provides a superior product value overall. Designed to reproduce vibrant detailed images. Our mouse pads have white fabric top with the 100% genuine black rubber base (not the cheap foam your seen on other advertisements).

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Designed in waterproof PVC fabric the Columbia Youth Ibex Rainsuit includes parka and waist pant with attached hood and snap-closed storm flap.

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Amazon.com: Walking Rain: Susan Wade: Books ... From Publishers Weekly This vibrant debut novel proves it's possible to write good suspense without gimmicks or excessive gore. (more...)

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Covering the open spaces between folk country, blues and swing, Coale Johnson (left) and Bob Bruen (right) have created a unique sound that leaves the ears refreshed. (more...)

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How to walk in the rain with waterproof shoes and clothes and the right attitude. ... How to Walk in the Rain It's Not All Wet. By Wendy Bumgardner, About.com. Updated: (more...)

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i am 14 and... i ride my bike to school everyday 3 miles there and 3 miles back i have to wake up at 6.30 every morning i am made to take some elses dog for long walks i have to pay for my own things and even my own hair cut i have no time for a job i do every well at school, but at home get no credit for it i have to spend my time entertaining my 3 yr old brother i am told that if i am last to eat my tea i am made to do all the washing up and drying up i have to ride 2 miles to air cadets each night, then at 10 o'clock i have to ride back another 2 miles and even when its raining my parents don't offer me a lift down i am so annoyed with life, what can i do to improve it my life? i feel like im doing to much for my parents, and they seem to make my life a worry (sorry for the 'rant') (more...)

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Just posting stuff while at work for some honest opinions. Not sure if I have any talent (but so far I've got decent feedback). But any advice and all opinions are welcome. Thank you for your time! MY PATH The woods seem so strange this moment. It's dark, cold and amidst the trees I hear taunts of pleasure trying to muffle the screams of agony that they truly represent. I feel as though I walk alone, barely aware of the omnipotent presence that walks beside me. I talk to Him on occasion, I plead to Him for the answers. But the moment I see something my own selfish heart desires I step off of this narrow, straight path and I leave Him behind. Prying my way through the overgrowth, searching for what calls to me. Its voice so sweet. Desire pulsates within me and a rush pushes me deeper and deeper off my path. I want it, I need it. And when I get to that which has called me I'm overwhelmed at how wonderful and perfect it all seems. This area of the wood is abundant with life. The flowers smell sweeter than honey and are more beautiful than the most glorious rainbows and the one who lured me this way is more handsome in my eyes than any I ever looked upon before. Taking my hand we dance beneath the looming trees and the glowing moon, the lonely path that I left behind is now but a fading memory. This is where I belong. But the moment my head lay to rest on their shoulder a clash of thunder jerks my head up to this world. The one I held so closely in love and admiration fades before my eyes. The flowers burst into flames and the exotic beauty of this place melts into the thin air. Before me is nothing but darkness, decay, and death. Fear explodes in my body as I stand alone in this hell. Rain begins to pour, only it is not rain that refreshes the body and soul but a dark rain that stinks of something sour and acidic. It burns my skin with each drop. Hitting my knees with cries of pain I scream into the night only to be drowned out by the storms raging in this void. But I will pull myself up. The path I left is out there....somewhere. I hear the one who walked beside me calling my name, the dim glow of His light appears somewhere in the distance. Yes, that path is hard and sometimes lonely from the pleasures of this world but I was not afraid there. I was never alone. Not really. And it was there that I realized what true beauty was. It is the only thing that is real - He is the only thing that is real. The rest? Only a nightmare with a smooth tongue and a convincing mask. Now get back to work slackers! ;-) Thank you very much for the opinions and I will take the critiques to heart. I'm 28 years old but have finally discovered the world of education (I partied way too hard for a few years). Thank you! (more...)

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A passenger plane on a cross-country trip runs into a terrible storm. The plane gets pounded by rain, hail, wind and lightning. The passengers are screaming. They are sure the plane is going to crash and that they are all going to die. At the height of the storm, a young woman jumps up and exclaims, "I can't take this anymore! I can't just sit here and die like an animal, strapped into a chair. If I am going to die, let me at least die feeling like a woman. Is there anyone here man enough to make me feel like woman?" She sees a hand raise in the back, and a muscular man starts to walk up to her seat. As he approaches her, he takes off his shirt. She can see the man's muscles even in the poor lighting of the plane. He stands in front of her, shirt in hand and says to her, "I can make you feel like a woman before you die. Are you interested?" Eagerly, she shakes her head and exclaims, "Yes!" The man hands her his shirt and says, "Here, iron this." (more...)

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ok so basically i started a new school a couple of weeks ago and i didnt know anyone because i now live like 4 hours away from my old home/friends etc. and i walked into this classroom and this boy offered to show me round the school. and i felt kinda happy : ) and ever since we've been reaaly really good friends. everyone says he likes me and we should go out but i dont really know if he does like me. he does act different around me than other girls but i thought thats just because im the new girl? two days ago - wednesday we were sitting in the ict suite and he was helping me write my essay even though he had his own to do, and he always offers to help me with homework. and on monday it was pouring with rain and i live about 10 minutes away from him but i go opposite way home to him because i live left from the school - he lives right but he still offered to walk me home :). so i was wondering are these ways of knowing he likes me? or is he just being friendly. :] thanks for reading x (more...)

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Keep in mind I know the spelling so I dont care about that. And that I am only 12. My feet slapped against the hard wood flooring. It was freezing here, I hated the cold. The waves slapped hard against the side of the house, high tide. I walked against the floor, it was feeling like ice, every second. I looked out the window, rain pelted against it making a rattaling noise. The sun was just starting to rise right behind the oceon. Turning the sky a light, pale pink with white swirls mixing in. I lived in Westport Washington, at Pacific northwest beach. I had just moved here to my only source of sanity I had left. My best friend Calista. She hated her name, so we had made nicknames for eachother. I called her Cali, and she called me Avia. My name was Octavia felicity essence crade. Possibly the most uncommon name out there. I had recently moved here about a day ago from Charleston North Carolina. I was still 17 at the momment. I moved because I had, had enogh of my mom. My dad had died when I was seven I barley remeber it now, but I knew that nobody would tell me anything, and tried to keep me away from the suspicions. My sister Lauren had died along with my dad supposebly in a fire. She was younger then me about five years of age. After they died things had gotten bad. We moved away from Westport, and moved to Charleston. The only thing I liked was that it never had as much rain as Westport. My mom just got crazier each day. She had been put into rehab after taking drugs, but she never stopped. I did not want to live there any more, I had, had enogh. So I ran away, back here with Cali, because she is all I have left. Though I was better then my mom, I was not much better. I walked over to the mirror, hanging above the kitchen sink. My appreance was hard to look at. My hair was a dull black, the blonde roots giving it a skunky look. It dragged down to the middle of my back, I would have to dye and cut it again. My emerald green eyes were always lifeless, and bloodshot from never sleeping. I never ate much I never did anything. Life had not been good latley, and I did not deal with things very well. I had a lot of money from my dads will. Most of it was supposed to go to college, but I did not think I would ever go anyway. He had left enogh for me to buy anything I could ever dream about. I had this beach house of course, and I had just bought my car. I had spent a lot of money for the house, so I did not buy my dream car, but it was close. It was a 1990 buick reatta convertible in a bright red tone. I liked it, it was at least my favorite color. Just then my cell phone rang. playing not to late by three days grace. I picked it up quickly. "Hello" I said. "Hey Avia, Im so excited you get to come to my school today, I cant wait to see you again, and show you around." My excited friend rambled. "Me too, Cali" I lied. She noticed the tone of my voice. "Dont worry, you'll be fine, I can at least tell you it will be better then Charleston." She said. I was going to go to Octova high with Cali, today to start my school year as a junior. It was a bad time to join a new school. It was four weeks late. "I'll try my best to put the fake smiles on for you." I said sarcastically. "Fine, but I will try to make this the best year you have ever had." She hung up with that, she had to get ready, it was two hours before school started. She cared about her apperance a lot. I put my hair up into a twist bun nice and tight, making sure to cover up the blonde that was seeping through the roots. I through on a black sweatshirt, and some jeans. I had stopped caring what people had thought a long time ago. I had a lot of time to waste, so I went to the beach. The sun had fully rised. I stepped into the sand, squishing it between my toes, I had missed this feeling. I inhaled the salty air feeling it burn the dryness of my throat, from all the crying. I could smell that beachy smell. The dead fish, and seaweed. I hated seafood, so this was really not my place to live, but I had so much hope for this to work out, and I was going to make it work, it had been to long. I walked along the sand feeling it warming up from the morning sun. At least it would not rain today. The rain only made it worse for me, beacuse it fit my mood so perfectley, and made me think of depressing thoughts. I always felt like I was dead when I did that, I hopped that Cali could at least bring some sanity back to my life. I slung the strap of my backpack over my shoulder housting it up. I got into my car. It smelt like New car and vanilla from the new air freshener I had got for it. I drove slowly, I lived a distance from the school, but it was not very far. I pulled up to the school it was the complete opposite of mine in Charlestone. It had a gray roof top, and the sides were a beige white. 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The Rain clouds in the sky never remain static, They move away, wherever the wind takes them. But wherever they go they precipitate and rainfall takes place.A human being's life is full of surprises. As of now, we do not know as to which new persons will become part of our life tomorrow. But if like the Rain clouds, we shower our love, compassion and empathy to strangers we meet and that being unconditional, that would truly make our life like a gift to others. The Rain cloud may have formed from evaporated waters from say region A, but the rainfall may take place in region B. In the similar manner, all the love we received from our parents, friends and loved ones could reflect in us sharing it with those broken hearts we meet as we walk further on the path of life. They may not know us and may be we are meeting them for the first and last time but like the rain clouds we could make a difference to someone's life along the way may be through just certain morale boosting or encouragement to those diffident or cheering up those in grief and all this without expecting them to return it to us. Thus like the Rain clouds we could be such Travelers in the journey of life who are just waiting for an opportunity to give away or share the fruits Almighty has gifted us so far. (more...)

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Hello, I have wavy-curly hair, and I straighten it in the morning. And I take a shower before bed, and use a product that is supposed to protect my hair from the heat. But i have to walk to school really early, and it is misty and cold. I think that is why my hair becomes really curly after 10 minutes of being outside. How can I prevent this, because there are plenty of other people at my school who straighten their hair as well, but even in the pouring rain, theirs stays straight. I would like to get the front straight bags, but i cant, because the will look really bad if they are curly. Could you help me please??? also, my straightener is pretty good, it goes up to 400 degrees F, but i only use it on 360. and before i leave in the morning, my hair is just the way I like it. perfectly straight, but it only lasts about 10-20 min. (more...)

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I think I'm going to go insane... It's been twenty eight days since the seventeenth of December, and the rain hasn't faltered for a second since then. It keeps falling in sheets, driving down from the heavens like a waterfall. Outside, you feel like you could drown walking. When this all started out, I don't think that anyone thought much of it. I mean, this nightmare was just another winter storm then. It started in kind of an odd place, out in the North Atlantic across from the Gulf of St. Lawrence, but I'm not sure that meant anything to people who weren't meteorologists or oceanographers. The storm started out expanding very rapidly. I'm not sure if it's still growing or not, since the TV hasn't come on for more than three weeks, but it sure hasn't moved at all. Things started looking more bizarre when the wind failed to move the storm. It just kept hammering New England, growing south along the coastline from Maine all the way down to where I lived in Nassau County, just outside of New York City. The weather forecasts changed every few minutes, as forecasters revised their estimates, going from saying that there would be light flurries, to saying that there would be a few inches of snow, to saying that there would be an absolute blizzard across the city, and that everyone should stay inside. My wife, Sarah, couldn't heed that warning, though. She had to go to work, and I had to stay home and take care of our five year old daughter, Tanya. When my wife walked outside that morning, I promised her that I would keep Tanya safe. Watching Sarah pull out of the driveway in her Nissan Altima, I had no idea that would be the last time I would ever see her. As the day wore on, the weather took a turn for the worse. It looked like the weather forecasters were right, predicting one of the worst storms New York had seen in over a century. It amazed me when the power stayed on late into the night, but I wasn't complaining. You never know exactly how bad a blackout really is until you go through one with a five year old who's still terrified of the dark. Not that I can say I'm not scared of the dark anymore, myself. The last time we saw the cheerful, smiling forecasters on the Weather Channel, they were saying that the storm had expanded south into New Jersey, and that we could receive two feet of snow during the night. It was at about 6:23 P.M., I think. Less than a minute later, the Weather Channel cut off, and every program on the television changed to a warning, telling everyone to get out of New York City along whatever bridge they could take and avoid Manhattan Island. I tried to reach the company where Sarah worked on my phone, but the lines were down. I didn't really know what was going on, but I decided to listen to the reporters on my TV, and get Tanya out of the city. I struggled with the idea that I shouldn't just desert Sarah, who worked on Manhattan, but when I got outside, I realized that I couldn't possibly risk going there. To the south, across the horizon, the dark clouds of night were painted red with flames. The traffic was horrible, but not as bad you might think. A lot of people were reluctant to leave. They all seemed to be in shock. I drove my Cadillac along the roads through Nassau and Queens, seeing a lot of people standing by the roadside watching the shadow of the flames flickering against the sky, but running into far fewer actually driving along the road. Some of the people were slowly making their way by foot out of the city, and as time went on, the traffic congestion got a bit worse, but amazingly I was able to get myself and Tanya out of New York before it became so bad that I couldn't drive at all. I still remember looking across the harbor on the road from Queens to the mainland, and seeing Manhattan Island burning. I don't think that I'll ever forget that. Tanya kept staring out the window, speechless, and tired, too, I believe. I don't know for certain what time it happened to be, but I think it was past eleven. All night, I drove through the countryside, trying to pick up a radio station that could tell me what was going on. There was nothing anywhere, though, except news of the mandatory evacuation of New York. It seemed odd to me that I had seen very few police officers and no military officials anywhere. Now, looking back, I think they were probably all either elsewhere, or dead. The next day, things were worse. The weather started getting warmer, and the snow turned to rain. Piles of snow by the roadside were melting, and the blacktop was covered with water and mud. The clouds kept getting darker as the day went on, and as we ran into more and more traffic, coming from places all along coastal New England. The radio evacuation order was going out then to everyone from Massachusetts south to New Jersey. By the time that night fell, it was pretty hard to tell night from day. Tanya started asking me wh (more...)

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Because I feel like people who enjoy my writing, are usually the ones who are just casual about it, they're usually my friends, teachers, newcomers of poetry, and some random people. AND THEY TELL ME THEY LOVE IT! However, when a person who's really hardcore about poetry, they usually say that all my themes I've used are overused and cliche. I'll agree to some extent, but I NEVER change my poems, for they were my self-therapeutic writing, unless I need clarify an idea, distort, or seem out of place in my life. What do you think of my writing? *THIS IS JUST A SIMPLE FREE VERSE POEM, NOTHING FANCY! NO METRE, NO RHYME SCHEME, NOTHING!* "My Last Words" City noises has me lost Taking me to roads that lead me to nowhere And I wanna hear, The music that could stitch my blue drenched heart So I can be a hero, Who will never go back on their words, Never lose sight of, and never be afraid in believing in their dreams They refuse to give up But here I am, at the bottom of the deep blue sea How long do I have to hold by breath? Until I first heard you sing Your soft voice silenced their strident tones And the only music I could hear, Was you When you caught me by surprise I swear, I could see the gold dust of night in your eyes And it was the first star, That shines like no other, Wish I may Oh, wish I might Wish I could see you tonight. Your music plays in my ear everyday Whispering, Only by allowing strangers in Can we find new ways, To be ourselves. Oh please, Don?t tell me this isn?t a dream Let me go gravity Walk off my shoulder Take me to heaven And I?ll make you feel beautiful. I hear your daily voice Singing hello in my ear, But why should we play this game? Even though you?re that star up in his sky, Help me change my voice, So I can make a noise in the world But I?m left out with voices Don?t leave me here in the waste, I don?t wanna fall into this cold empty sea So stop this black light that shines on me Before it picks me to my bones But no matter what I do, I?ll always fall on my knees, Asking for, sympathy Hoping that time would take it away, If I were to tell you of the black sullen days of my life, It would make you think twice of my disguise. So chase me now or go But don?t breathe lightly if you love And blossom while I?m gone Perhaps someday when I?ve returned, You?ll see this rose I?ve held for you. "My Last Chance" I wait in the rain, Waiting for the storm to go away So that when the clouds fly away I?ll take my first steps towards a dream that is a thousand of miles away from me, But the rain keeps getting colder and sharper And the water is trapping me in. Growing, as the water is up to my neck When I try to look behind me, everybody is in the shallow end And I?m, in the deep end. When I told myself that nobody was going to save me That even God and his mighty angels couldn?t save me I was wrong. I was too proud to show that I really needed help That I can?t do this all on my own, I now know I am no gifted child, I will take my friends and we will fight against the storms that have come to stop us. I will tell my guardians, of the dream that is at the ends of the Earth And make them listen to the story of my ending But if they fathom at my ridiculous hope of thought, I will not bother to look back And soon, maybe they would bind to my needs. But in the end, This is my finale I will truly be, Emboldened. What do you think? Do you like it? I like to think my writing is in a analogy of a baked bread, simple and sweet. Where else other's are fancy French food, very interesting and eloquent. Don't be silly "The Mighty Iano", don't make interpretation of other people's motive that you don't even know. (more...)

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A man lives on the 13th floor. He goes down to the 1st floor everyday to go to work. But when he comes home from work, he stops at the 7th floor and walks the rest of the way up. However when its raining, he goes all the way up to the 13th floor. Why does the man do this? lots of right and wrong answers hey babygirl, u said email it to u but u dont allow email. ok accidentally xtended the xpiration date the answer is he is a little person and the umbrella is for pressing his button. I alreay got a best answer picked too (more...)

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