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It was dark. Then there was blinding light. I don't know where it came from. ... but there were voices. I don't know who the voices belonged to. .... It was dark again. A zipping sound. Then shuffling. I felt things bump into me. I don't .... What am I?

Later...

I am alive. I am awake. I am... here.
I am... a doll. I am Stitches.
... where am I?
I am here.
Where is here?
I don't know.
I see my creator. His name is...
Is...
Tanner?
Tanner.
That is his name.
He made me.
He is my father.
I love him.

~+ theinkbunny +~

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