Burnt Hair, Flaming Doll

I used to have a little doll named Kathie. She was pale as a cloud, with little red lips and wisps of golden hair hanging to the middle of her little pink dress. She had eyes like emeralds, and I loved her. I loved her, but I wanted more.

I told my mom to buy me another doll.

"Kathie needs a friend. She's lonely and I want another doll!"

I was greedy then, too. I pulled tantrums all the time.

So you see, I have always been this way.

Time for a flashback, I guess.

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