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Home of the Funkonovo family

The Funkonovo family finally got a home! Freddie sings a lullaby as everyone settles in for the night.
Home of the Funkonovo family! 
Easy set up and under 20.00 (US). The boys don't care if it is pink. Arthur has his piano and there's a candle, chair and pad to chillax (bag tent came in with an old dish cloth inserted for cushioning).
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