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My stepmother continues to have the creepiest and most unsettling fucking house ornaments I've encountered in my life. They've followed them through an intercity relocation. Like, there have been multiple rounds of Boomer downsizing, and these monstrosities have somehow survived each cull. They're here with Intent.

The koala one is with me in the guest room where I'm staying, and I literally drape a large jumper over it so I don't have to look at it. 😬