David and I have been hosting Flat Stanley for a couple of months now, and he's beginning to wear out his welcome. He doesn't cook, he doesn't clean, he just sits there in a pile of stuff -- doesn't even bother to move the newspaper before he takes a nap on top of it.
And what did we do for him? We took him to Rome, Florence, Venice, and all over Edinburgh and the Highlands. We even took him to see the Pope on Christmas Day, for goodness sake, and how does he repay us? Well, at least he doesn't make a lot of noise or eat.
I won't miss him, but I'm afraid David has grown a bit attached. So long, Stanley!
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