Marvin

„The pathetic thing I wanted to say to him on the phone–but didn’t–was this: when you’re a little kid, you have something. Maybe it’s a blanket or a stuffed animal or whatever. For me, it was this stuffed prairie dog that I got for Christmas when I was like three. It sat on its hind legs and I called him Marvin, and I dragged Marvin around by his prairie dog ears until I was about ten. And then at some point, it was nothing personal against Marvin, but he started spending more time in the closet with my other toys, and then more time, until Marvin finally became a full time resident of the closet. But for many years afterward, sometimes I would get Marvin out of the closet and just hang out with him for a while–not for me, but for Marvin. I realized it was crazy, but I still did it. And the thing I wanted to say to this boy on the phone is that sometimes, I feel like his Marvin.“

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