[Hey, teasing is fun. Joking is fun. People will let you tell them huge secrets when they think you're not serious. So she grins, holding her hands apart to indicate a height of about eighteen inches.] I was even more doll-like then, though. I was this tall, and made of porcelain.
Hand-me-down. Abigail's grandmother had me, and she collected porcelain dolls, but then Abigail wanted me so she gave me to her for her fourth birthday.
You ever written any of this up? The horror-fantasy shtick stuff sells pretty well right now, I hear. I think I still have a few agent phone numbers in LA written on napkins. Or bathroom walls. Something.
Well I was alive, but I wasn't real. Abigail and I worked hard to make me real, and then Abigail ended up trying to make a deal with a demon and I had to save her, and then the fairies made me real as a reward.
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