For the record, Simba and Hayley (from this post) are still living contentedly in my box of childhood. Turns out, I really couldn't bear to part with them, and I did in fact go home and rescue them from the D.I. bag.
I'm a sucker for my own memories, and I'm not quite so cold-hearted yet that I can just throw those out.
Simba and Hayley live on for another round of weeding-out-childhood-memories.
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