Alexander Reykjavik eyes the closet of misfit toys. He has seen toys that he has disabled disappear in this closet, and with the door left agape he spies an opportunity to check it out.
He looks up to see if I am watching him.
Little by little, he cautiously noses and paws his way in, wary that at any moment, one of the toys could jump out at him.
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