I got older, like all the comrades.
dolls and spent my teenage sister.
became a junkie, another whore and the other is still single.
no longer let them go to supermarkets where they were born, where my parents bought them January 1st royal dresses any magic. Dolls grew older my sister and all my cars go and in junkyards, dilapidated.
nuestrxs muñecxs ever came to life, were poderosoxs and left.
My entierron come those warrior dolls a thousand times that amputated arms and legs. And come to my grave, but not for me, but because my sister come with her dolls.
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