Pretty Toy

Something is wrong.

A toy I was told I couldn't have has come back.

It is very pretty.

Why can't I play with it?

It's telling the others the truth.

They musn't know the truth.

I know this, because they told me so.

The pretty toy is sad.

Poor toy.

But it is not my toy. It doesn't belong to anyone at all.

So why can't I just have it?

They say I can't.

I'm sad.

The End

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