No matter what, Bruce couldn’t shake this grey cloud that had taken up residence over his fluffy, beige head.  Sure, he put on a show for Margaret, even wore the new pink and yellow polka dot scarf she bought him.  But in his quieter moments, you could see the stuffing poking out at the seams.


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