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My DollThere was once a girl called April.
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On her birthday, April asked her parents to take her to the one place she'd been longing to go to--a doll store. It was a store not full of the creepy dolls whose eyes followed you around, but cute, soft plush dolls made out of all sorts of fabrics and sewed together in all sorts of color. There were all sorts of dolls to be found there. April's parents figured that it was a reasonable, cute request, and wouldn't cost too much money, and so they took her there.
Not wanting to make a hasty purchase, April took her time, exploring every inch of the store, and looking at all the dolls. There were tiny dolls, big dolls, dolls with simple designs, dolls with intricate designs, colorful dolls, bland dolls, soft dolls, rough dolls and any other kind of doll you could imagine. The large collection of dolls was a sight to behold.
With so many to choose from, April spent a long time looking. So long, in fact, that eventually she began to lose hope in her