" no more please " I said sobbing to my self as i was getting taken apart and being made into something else this time i had a sweater with bones on it and black pants and......the...buttons god i hate them he just puts them there to remind me that I'm just a object and and I always will be I'll always be a play thing to him i hate this so much just make it stop I can't take it anymore...im scared...please anyone save me
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" out the window you go. . .button, be a good dolly for me "
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[Part one end]
