My best friend Jake and I have known each other since preschool. I'm a year older than Jake but I got held back because I didn't meet the schools expectations even though I excelled in all of my classes. After Jake's mom died we became closer than ever. I would give Jake all my old dolls so he could use them in his sculptures. One day I was walking home with Jake and we came across a yard sale. At one of the tables was an old 'Good Guy' doll. After bringing him home...nothing was the same.All Rights Reserved
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