Once when I was 5 years old me and my dad went on holidays to the north of Sweden. I left him behind in a mall. My dad had to call the owner of the mall who luckily was a friend of his cousin so we could go and get it. I couldn't sleep without it.
I've never left him behind since...
...For some reason basically all guys I've ever introduced to Bjorn have either done the following themselves or they have taken one of my other bears I had back in Sweden - and then pretended that they were fucking Bjorn from behind... Why does all guys feel the need to do this to stuffed toys? I don't get it!
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