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Eeyore is my new mascot. He suits me, I
think: fundamentally gloomy, but lined with the faint glow of residual
cheeriness. See? In the picture left, he's actually smiling, a
little bit, not enough to actually be convinced of something patently
ridiculous, but enough to let you know he's not depressed all the
time. It's just that enthusiasm isn't his way. He's a little
hopeful, but never foolishly so. He does not believe in
reincarnation, chiropractic, or full immersion baptism. He does not
buy lottery tickets, play golf, or vote Democratic. His gloominess
keeps him out of trouble: he will never sell aluminum siding to
widows, because he knows it's useless. The pie in the sky is
utterly foreign to him; he's not convinced about the one on the table
in front of him.
He is sweet, though, and a little naive: he misses out on small miracles because of his native skepticism. He loves his friends dearly, and he finds their generosity deeply touching.
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