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As a self-identified reactive collector, I was surprised to realize how much this announcement bummed me out. I no longer feel giddy when I reach inside a cereal box and find a toy, but hand me an unopened box of Red Rose Tea and I’m immediately transported back to my childhood. That moment of not knowing if you’re about to open the box and find the elusive Pet Shop rabbit or get screwed again with another goddamn seahorse is one that for me, cannot be replicated.

My current Wade Figurine collection is much smaller than it would be if I hadn’t trashed all of my childhood acquisitions. Even so, I cherish it. My collection is completely homegrown, each piece a trophy won from successfully drinking my way through a box of 100 tea bags. It’s a set born of hard work, nostalgia, and a moderate addiction to caffeine. I have absolutely no reason to hang on to all this crap, but I do it anyway, fully expecting that one day, my collection will overwhelm me and I will die crushed beneath a pile of teeny, tiny cerulean mermaids.

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But until that day comes, I think I’ll keep collecting—if only to have a tangible reminder of how much fucking tea I’ve consumed.