The doll was crying why was ther blood everywer? Ther wass blood everywer in her hands, on her face, on her pritty new dress. The doll got angry. Did they think this vas fun? That she likt it? But then she relised that she did like it. She stsrted to laugh, she realised that she was doing this with purpes. No one had made her du things like this. She realised that all the people around her was gon. Wer were they? Had the run away? Beakuce she was starting to remember, wy she was doing this. She thought about how she got ther. Then she rememberd that she had left hea ther on this place. This rotten old hole. She had told her that "This people ar por, and you ar just sittin on my shelf, day in and day out and if i wod give you away you vill get a new friend, and i will miss you i realy will but i will feal better if i leaft you her". Now the little doll rememberd wy she was cowerd in blod. She had left her with this girl hwo was lying ther all still and alsow cowerd in blood. This was werd. The littel doll thout. But she realised that she was free and she walked awey. She returnd to she hwo still had the open spott fuor her on the shelf.

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