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Danny isn’t quite sure when she got the duck—the duck-shaped candle, that is—but if anyone tries to take them away, Danny would not only absolutely obliterate them, but make their afterlife reminiscent of Hell itself. Duckie is friend-shaped—bright red too. They’re so tiny, absolutely dwarfed by Danny’s large frame.
Danny makes them a little enclosure that rests on her bedside table. As it turns out, Duckie can float.
Talented little fella.