I don’t know where the darn doll is!
Seems that since the Queen is dead, a certain Madame Alexander doll is selling for quite a high price. Also seems that someone who lives with me claims she had the doll when some prince died a year or so ago and now she can’t find it.
Of course I’m somehow to blame in all this.
She slightly thinks she gave me the doll and I hid it somewhere. Totally false thinking on her part. Never did she give it to me! NEVER!
Now she’s tearing apart the house trying to find it and I’m a bit worried since I have stuff that I’ve brought back from our warehouse that she should never see. If she does, her life will never be the same again.
Sure, she’s worried about those black vehicles parked on our street during the night, but she’s going to get very worried when they get out of those vehicles and come to the door.
“Oh, gee, gosh why are all those people in black suits coming to our house?”
“I don’t know. Guess you shouldn’t have misplaced that doll, hmmmmmmm?”
Then there will be a fight after they’re done with their interrogations and I’ll have to cook my own dinner.
She’ll probably run over to her parent’s house and complain about all those bits and pieces I have hidden away that she stumbled upon and they’ll try to figure out what deep, dark secrets I have from my past.
I’ll then have to tell them about that time I got an unwanted haircut when I was a kid and was so embarrassed by it that I cut school and hid in the woods across the street from my home.
Of course I might just have to tell them what happened in the woods that day. The thing that changed my life forever and made me who I am.
All this because of a stupid doll!
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