JherykaRrej
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Most young girls loved playing Barbie dolls, play houses and other girly stuffs but not me. I'd rather have my dad create me different puppets to play with, than to waste money on dolls that I'd soon envy the physical appearances of, when I grow up. My father's puppets were my playmates, they'd be my friends in the morning and my teddy bears at night; I loved them like they were real, I was closer to them than I was to my other relatives. I loved them to death... but I grew up and moved on.
But what if Pinocchio's miracle could actually happen? What if your childhood toys really miss you once you grow up like in Toy's Story? Is that even possible? Welcome to my life,
I'm Emily Grey and I'm the Ventriloquist's Daughter.