One day when we were in Madrid, I spent the day hanging out with a friend from high school seeing a few sights Pete didn't care about and window shopping. Pete decided he wanted no part of that, so he went off on his own. When we met up again later in the day, this guy was sitting on my pillow waiting for me - Pete had found him while he was picking up souvenirs to bring back.
Now he hangs out in my cubicle, reminding me to smile despite a migraine, an hour and a half conference call, and a two hour meeting I'm facilitating later today.
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