Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now. Bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs. But sometimes, he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment, and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

This is me, in a nutshell
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