is really designed to do is put people to sleep. Perfect, in my case. You see, since childhood an Elefun has been... well... an elefun for the first twenty minutes of the battery's life. The rest of the time the fan is so weak it can't blow the little paper butterflies all the way up the elephant's long trunk. Unless you give it several or more long minutes to do so. That means you end up texting, blogging or napping between butterflies emerging. It feels like a waste of time, but my roommate is adament that we bond in this way. Gotta go-- here comes another one!
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