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Geppie, my sister’s boyfriend brought him home one day from the country store. Yes, “him”, we won’t name him, because frankly, every time we name him a disaster occurs. First Gabe named him, “Look there’s Frederick, he’s so quaint!” We rolled our eyes and seconds later pipes burst and the den was flooded. Then Grandma called him “Bip” passing by him in the hall and grandpa fell in the garage while oiling his Edsel. The last straw was the postman who saw him on the landing, “cute doll” he said, soon after the he was in the hospital–severe indigestion. So “he” will remain without a name.