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Here we sit, patiently waiting for your return. I am here with the dolls that you used to play with, so long ago. Occasionally I find the time to entertain them, because you often forget to. They understand that you are older now, and that you are very busy. Faithfully, we will wait for your return.
We become covered in blankets of dust, which keep us warm during the long winter’s nights. Sometimes your dolls are blessed with your touch as you press on there faces to remove the chocking cover, but I sit here alone and without your touch. I gather no dust for I am only a memory, but I am still with you and I sit on your shelf.
When you open your window we love the fresh air, and sometimes, if we’re lucky, we can here the birds singing and the dogs barking and you playing out in the yard. We were your friends that you have now long forgotten, but we still remember you and enthralled in our memories, we wait. We are your toys, up high on your shelf. In the back we sit quiet and alone. We were your toys and I was your favorite.
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