

The Doll Collector Chp. 2 The old man crawled into his bed, his fingers clasping at the sheets that covered him. He stared at the ceiling, looking at an old bird mobile spinning around in the slight breeze of the wind. “Fay is such a pretty doll…so pretty” he whispered out as his eyes slowly closed. Memories far to familiar, too many that were bad, and unpleasing many that would drive a stake into his heart. All he ever wanted to do was have her, Rose some called her, but why…why wasn’t she his. From long ago, to even now she tormented him, her red wavy hair, cold green eyes, and pale pink dress from the earlier times. From the years people could live withThe Doll Collector Chp. 2


The Doll Collector People, such timid and annoying little things they are. No person is perfect, that I’ve heard so many damn times it rings in my ears for days. What is the point…Is there one?..Doubt it, all that I can seem to follow in this world is what I own.The Doll Collector
“What I own….”A loud crackling voice spoke as an old man turned around looking at the massive collection of white-faced dolls. All in which were staring down at him. Eyes unwavering, clothes clean and elegant he laughed to himself, “But I don’t own all of these…not all of them..” His hands unsteadily grabbed a hold of a doll off to the side from his vision. Holding
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Guard: Alright son, we're gonna need those two hams back.Chris: Huh? I don't have any hams.
Guard: Lift up your shirt, son.Chris: I need an adult! I need an adult! Guard: You're not a shoplifter, you're just a fat kid
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We used to change, but it got boring...
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I'VE MOVED TO A NEW ACCOUNT! ~ThePhoenixLotus IS MY NEW PLACE OF RESIDENCE!!!
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I support the Scraps system! [link]
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I support the Scraps system! [link]
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