I remember crying. I was in a box on somebody's doorstep and I was crying. The woman who took me there rang the doorbell and left before anyone could come to the door. Another woman opened the door and looked down at me. First in disgust, and then she looked at me like I was a new toy. I was scared and confused. Why would that woman leave me here? Why was I a toy? I found out the last question pretty soon. I didn't like the answer.
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