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  • This doll was given to me when I was around 4 years old. My family lived in a city and a neighbour had won her on tombola. The neighbour was not fond of dolls, not so fond of children either for that matter, so why she gave me that doll I have no idea. This was not a doll to play with, I actually did not play much with dolls as a child.
    Still the doll is looking at me with her very blue eyes, her dress is torn to pieces and her hair is about to fall off, yet she is still looking at me.
    She is will now be a main character in my performance. I believe we both think it was really about time.
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