Hermaphrodite Doll
My childhood friend said that he was connected with the doll.
Now that he had lost it, he called me up to cry.
One hand held my phone as I consoled him, while the other toyed with the doll.
His voice began to take on a more interesting tone with my purposeful touches…
I squeezed and pinched the toy and comforted him, “Shh, I agree with you. Whoever took your toy is a terrible person…”