My sister lies dying. She cradles a rag doll. “It looks like you,” she says.
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My sister lies dying. She cradles a rag doll. “It looks like you,” she says.
We only had two Barbies, the cheap kind with the hollow legs sold at gas stations. We sat in the swift shallows of the low-water bridge, letting the dolls argue.