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I was crying while holding the vintage doll my mother brought from the garage sale near my chest...

"I wish i was popular"

"I can help you with that little girl..."

"Who was that ???"

I kept searching in the room for the voice but i don't see anyone until i lifted the doll's face to look at me and her eyes were a shade of bright crimson and her mouth shaped into a smirk...

"Me"

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