I remember really liking brand new Silly Putty. I loved stretching out newspaper comics, bouncing it as a ball and wrapping it around my hand. It was even cool to put it on something like the top of a bottle and come back in an hour and see how it had slowly oozed down the sides. Then the next day I would crack open the egg to play with it again and find a horrible grey blob filled with dirt, fuzz and dog hair. No thanks.
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