Okay. Here's the doll that's been with me through the most. I got her when I was sixteen, my landlady and I stopped at some back road convenience/corner store or other, and I saw this tiny doll with a messed up nose sitting all alone on the counter, wearing little orange overalls that said that she was Molly Orange. Having wanted a doll "with real hair" and a plastic doll to boot, all my life, I bought her for a couple dollars without a second thought. She's been with me through a lot of stupid stuff, hard stuff, and crazy stuff. She was with me when I went under to have my wisdom teeth removed, and she was there in a bag with a tag saying who she belonged to in my hand when I woke up in the recovery room. I found out years later that she should have come in a little plastic pop can, and that she was a Pop Can Kid. Also, that she's actually older than I am. I don't know how she wound up there at that shop, but I'm glad that she did. She's been a comfort, and even an inspiration to me, as well as a reminder that no matter how worn out I wind up, I'm still safely in God's pocket.
She's wearing a little white dress with coloured stripes and yellow trim and straps now, and a string of beads from Africa that was meant to be a ring for a woman. She has her own laptop and mouse, her own mug and pitcher, and her own computer controlled minion to aid in taking over the world.
Here she is mint for sale.
https://www.etsy.com/listing/494104356/ ... re-doll-in
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