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The girl lives in a beautiful dollhouse made of stone’, I wrote one time in my dairy when I was young, my handwriting shaky but sure. ‘But beneath her shining plastic smile, there are only screams’.
The girl lives in a beautiful dollhouse made of stone’, I wrote one time in my dairy when I was young, my handwriting shaky but sure. ‘But beneath her shining plastic smile, there are only screams’.
