When I was a little girl my mama showed me her only childhood doll that she kept in a wrapped box in a cupboard in the hall.
She said she played with her for hours as a child and that she had not seen her for very long while.
Her eyes were edged with tears as she looked upon the doll she loved for many years.
Gently she handed the doll to me and I breify played with her happily.
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