Once I got an American girl doll from my new sister. My mom married some guy named James. The doll's name is Lindsy. Well anyway I was playing with the doll when my mom called me to bed. I forget the doll in the basement. I woke up at 3:00 or 3:30 to her my name being called. The voice said Zoe why did you leave me in the basement. I got a little scared but I ignored it. As soon as I woke up in the morning I went to get the doll. When I arrived in the basement I seen the doll. The TV was on and the doll was watching it! It turned to me and we both froze. I finally got the courage to say (You don't have to worry I won't hurt you I love you.) She said (I love you too.) And we hugged. When that happened I was 9 and now I'm 30. I've still got the doll. My daughter became best friends with the doll. And sometimes I still play with the doll. Don't believe me that's your problem.
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