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Ragdoll
I remember the day I was bought. I had been sitting on a high shelf, all hope of ever finding a home (was) lost. I mean who would want to buy a ragdoll, with small button eyes with a swirl pattern, a mouth sewn in like a bag, and the most boring outfit you have seen, from a pawn shop. But then in walks a woman, who appeared to be in her thirties, with a determined walk and asks the clerk if they have any toy dolls available. He didn’t show her me at first. He should (showed) her all the pretty dolls that sing and have outfits to choose from and eyes that blink. But she disliked them all. The clerk, wanting to gain money, finally got a stool and took me down from my shelf. She was in awe.
“He’s perfect,” she stated.
The sale made and bidding a good day, the woman put me in her bag and walked out of the shop. She got into her car and pulled me out in surprise. There sitting in the back of the car was a little boy no more than 8 (eight) years old. It was like it was Christmas, the way the boy’s face lit up. He hugged me tightly, tested my flexible limbs, and began to play with me. After a long car ride, we arrived to my new home. It was late, the mother tucked her son into bed and myself in his bed. She turned off the light and walked out closing the door behind her.
“Do you want to play more games, Sam?” I asked in a whisper.
“You can talk!?” he questioned.
‘Of course I can,” I replied, “Your imagination brought me to life”. I gave him a smile that looked sweet under the lamp light.
Excitedly he exclaimed,” Yea let’s play!” My grin grew wider. “Good, good, let’s play a staring contest first,” I told him.
He smiled and closed his eyes and counted down from three. He opened them and stared with intensity. And my grin grew wider. His eyes twitched a little trying to stay open. That’s when I gave my button eyes a spin. He seem so determined to win he kept staring. So I continued spinning my eyes, faster and faster. Until he stop twitching. He kept staring but he wasn’t concerned of blinking anymore. A few seconds more and I shook my head.” I win!” I announced. I grabbed the ragdoll by the leg. I carefully open the door so it doesn’t creak. I quietly tiptoe down the hall into the kitchen. I wrap him up in paper and throw him in the trash. I begin to walk back to my room when a voice says, “Sam what are you doing up so late?” “I’m sorry mom I got a drink of water.” I reply. “Alright let’s go back to bed,” she puts an arm on my back, walking me back, my eyes spin in excitement as everything went as planned.
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