“Hello, my name is Bubbler. Funny story. When I arrived at my foster mom’s home, my name was Bubbles. Bubbles! She figured out that I was a boy, and some crazy woman in records changed it to Bubbler. Seriously? Bubbler? Look at me. Do either of those names seem right? I should be a Churchill. Bismarck. Roosevelt. Cromwell. I wouldn’t even mind signing my John Hancock as, well, John Hancock. Bubbler. As the great philosopher Charles Schulz might have written, ‘Good grief, Charlie Brown.'”
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Bub so serious!