the child

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Sitting alone. On my broken stage while they have fun out on there stage. Pfft I was great everyone loved me. So my can't they fix me?! I say to myself. Herro foxy!a girl said to me. She had long black hair and was about my age when I was killed, and it was pretty obvious she had a talking disorder as well. "Mari!,marionette!" I here a women say. Comwing mum!. The girl yelled back. She winked at me and ran to her mom.

That was fun! A kid actually liked me! She was beautiful! I can't wait to tell the others about her! I say to myself. Once the day ends I get into free roam mode and walk over to the group. None of them really liked me accept chica.

Heyyyyy gang! I yell. "Ugh what do you want fox!" Bonnie yells back. Chica slaps him and walks over to me. "So what is it you wanted to say?!" She says, with joy in her eyes. I was speechless for a few minutes just staring into her eyes.

"Umm hello?!!!?" She tells, snapping her fingers. Oh-uh.. sorry Chicky. That the nickname I gave her when we were still alive. "What was it you were going to say!!" She yells. Oh yea.... You will never believe me! I yell. "Pfft yes I will" she says.

Fine, I was talking to myself and a beautiful girl saw me talking to myself and she liked me!!! She said alot of nice things and had a talking disorder! I tell her. "R-really..." She said sounding kind of upset. Well yea.. I reply. "Oh well... Great!!" She said, putting on a fake smile and walking away.

I think I blew it with her. I say to myself.

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