Stop dreaming of the quiet life because it's a life you'll never know
My sister told me she was talking to one of her aunts about me and how she had told her I always carry a doll around. "I told her how you always carry a doll and she was worrying about you but I told her you're in a club about these dolls and have meetings." Um, okay. "Yeah, and I told her that you take photos of them and that your photos had been in magazines so then she was okay with it." "I always have a doll, I don't carry it strapped to me like in a baby bjorn," I told her, all offended. I don't know why she was even talking about it to them, really. My relatives (on both sides) have always given me a wide berth since I was a child and this really, really isn't going to help. Oi.
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