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She giggled again, then jumped off the table, grabbed his hand, and bounced off to her room, with Vincent being dragged like a ragged doll.
“So here is Amanda,” she said, showing Vincent her barbie dolls in their tiny pink house inside her pink room. The barbies had one or multiple parts missing. “And this is Sophia, Hilda, Robin, Kai, Jay, Zane, Llyod….” She continued naming, describing their personalities and how some of them lost their body parts. I stood at the door, watching as Vincent paid rapt attention and asked questions like an obedient pupil being lectured on how to rip toys apart.
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