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[Non-Horror Review] A Little Bit Broken, A Little Bit Merry: The Baltimorons Finds Humanity in the Holidays
It was Christmas of ’98 when Furbies were the must-have toy for kids everywhere. As I descended the stairs at an all-too-early hour for my parents, I looked at my corner of the living room, which was scattered with toys from Santa. Pink frilly makeup sets, probably a Polly Pocket, and other gadgets that a newly teenage girl might want. But no Furbie. I wasn’t surprised because Furbies were the most popular toy of the year, just like Labubus are today—instant collectibles that
Lana Stewart Harrington
Nov 7, 20254 min read
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