Tuesday, September 13, 2011
the little girl clutched the doll tightly, combing its hair slowly. she sat the doll on her knee. she knew the doll would never be able to love her back as much as she loved it, but she felt happy. at least the doll was always there for her. it never judged her. she hugged the doll again. it was never going to leave her.
bert cussed at 3:21 PM.