Smirking, I leant back in my chair, letting the heel of my flats slip free of my feet. Millie strode forward, running her hands along the exterior of the toy. Rounding the corner of the large dollhouse, she winced, taking a step beck. Even in profile I recognized her adorable little pout. Folding her arms, she twisted her shoulders towards me. “You said this was a custom job… it’s too small. I’ll never fit, and everything’s so cheap and flimsy!” She grumbled, her full lower lip trembling in the sunlight. Her little head barely crossing the third floor.
“Don’t worry, sweetie…” I purred, resting my head in my hand. “…It’ll grow on you. “
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2025-08-25 23:43:48 +0000 UTCNicole Corcoran
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