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"Try me", she said, the image on the box whispered. I nearly trembled when the voice spoke again, her voice dancing in my ear. I was alone, and I could not be mistaken. Her lifeless form floated off my arms as I laid her upon the bed. I knew my breath could not give her true life, but my actions held my thoughts, puffing heavily. The shell that once contained the essence of what I hold so dear filled slowly, I paused as her shape solidified into what I had seen so many times before. Plastic and false, a fallacy of life that betrayed its very origins, There she lay, a silent statue inviting all. |
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