A bright light. This is what Lou saw first. And this is what he will never see again.
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"Is that what we need?" the girl asked her colleague about the doll lying on the table near the sewing machine.
"Who are these people? Are these creatures people? Why do I know that? What else do I know? I know that I am a doll. And dolls are needed to give joy to children. But..."
Two people stared at the doll with golden hair and a black suit: a girl in a long dress, and a guy with glasses, dressed in a regular shirt and pants. The guy turned off the lamp shining on the doll, and threw his head back in the chair. The chair was very old-fashioned, like everything in this workshop. The workshop had some furniture: two cabinets, two tables with sewing machines and a bookcase. Scribbled papers, fabric, fluff, buttons were scattered everywhere.
"Noooo... It is still not perfect. Damn dolls ... Something that will bring joy to children is really difficult to create..." the person sitting at the table sighed and answered.
"I can't do that."
"Well, you know, he is much better than everyone else. It seems pity for such work to disappear..." the girl pouted her lips and began to dissuade her partner.
"Why I can't do that?"
"And what's the point of leaving him? Another mistake..." the guy sighed again and asked.
"Why?"
"No-no-no, look, we will teach him everything, and he will teach dolls that will be better! We will not explain everything to thousands of dolls, right?" the girl was very confident in her words.
"What does it means?"
"Hmm ... Well, yes, you're right..." her colleague said with displeasure.
"She is right?"
"Finally, someone listened to me! Hurrah!" the girl began to joyfully jump on the spot.
"I'm..."
"Take it easy. We will leave him as a prototype. For the factory, it's better than nothing... Hey, get up and say your name," the man suddenly stared at the doll.
"I'm just a prototype...?"
"Answer if you do not want to the furnace. You should be the crown of our creations or something like that..."
YOU ARE READING
How does it feel?
Fanfiction"Oh, yes, everything is fine! Everything is great! Everyone sings songs, have fun, spend time with those who love them! Everyone, exept me. Because I wasn't created for this. So, I will never know how does it feel."
