Dirty Wow Wow And Other Love Stories

I was all ready to lambast this idea, but then after reading one or two of them I really started to cry. I remembered my doll that my mom made for me. His name was Pete. I used to always see the "My Buddy" commercials on tv, but Mom either couldn't afford one, couldn't obtain one (maybe they were in too high demand), or thought it would be better to just make me my own friend who was more original than "My Buddy". I'm so glad she did. Pete had red hair, like me, and freckles. And under his shirt he had a heart "tattooed" on his chest. He had great style, sort of like my Grandpa Baxter (whom I was named after and whom I never got to meet) and he was made just for me. I loved Pete. He's in the attic somewhere at my parent's house. I think I need to go find him.