in the store.

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???'s POV

I am still in this same old position. Day by day, I stand. Slowly rotting away while I peer down on people. Small, fragile, tiny people who don't realize the time that slowly slips by them constantly. People. That is what I used to be. Sometimes, they gaze into my lustrous pearls that shine on the upper part of my bodice, maybe even widen their eyes as to the large bow on my back, and then walk away, due to their short attention span. Maybe I should feel flattered that my own soul and legacy is embedded in this dress, but right now, I'm not too sure. 

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