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TOY STORY 3 SPOILERS

She extended her creamy white hand, just as Andy's mother pulled her from our small toy world. It was a quick, unseen gesture, but nonetheless heartfelt. For the last time, her porcelain skin touch swept across my plastic cheek. If toys could weep like humans, I'd be cryin' gallons. My Bo was leaving, she had always been there, through my bouts of anger, times of uncertainty, and moments of plain sadness. I reached up to clasp her hand to my face, wishin' so hard that it could last. "Hope our paths cross again, Sheriff." Bo whispered trhough her rosebud lips, and with that, our time was up. Andy's mom took her away, high from the dusty toy chest I sat trapped in. She was out of reach, and soon, out of sight. Her bright, shining blues dimmed with sadness as she was carefully wrapped in tissue paper and laid preciosusly in a box marked 'Yard Sale'.
If only our paths could met again.

WEEPIE.
Just a little tidbit I wrote to explain the picture. I often write mini stories to illustrate an image, it makes it feel complete. and PS, I know it's a little out of character for Woody to not be wearing his hat, but I suck at drawing his hat, so I did not! It would have ruined the whole picture. So there.

Bo + Woody <3

You will meet again!

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TOY STORY 3 SPOILERS

She extended her creamy white hand, just as Andy's mother pulled her from our small toy world. It was a quick, unseen gesture, but nonetheless heartfelt. For the last time, her porcelain skin touch swept across my plastic cheek. If toys could weep like humans, I'd be cryin' gallons. My Bo was leaving, she had always been there, through my bouts of anger, times of uncertainty, and moments of plain sadness. I reached up to clasp her hand to my face, wishin' so hard that it could last. "Hope our paths cross again, Sheriff." Bo whispered trhough her rosebud lips, and with that, our time was up. Andy's mom took her away, high from the dusty toy chest I sat trapped in. She was out of reach, and soon, out of sight. Her bright, shining blues dimmed with sadness as she was carefully wrapped in tissue paper and laid preciosusly in a box marked 'Yard Sale'.
If only our paths could met again.

WEEPIE.
Just a little tidbit I wrote to explain the picture. I often write mini stories to illustrate an image, it makes it feel complete. and PS, I know it's a little out of character for Woody to not be wearing his hat, but I suck at drawing his hat, so I did not! It would have ruined the whole picture. So there.

Bo + Woody <3

You will meet again!

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