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I have a doll with pierced ears. She makes kissing noises when you squeeze her tummy. Not quite a moose with pierced ears.
I had a friend when I was growing up whose dolls had pierced ears. Her sister had pierced all them as a kid. The last I heard her sister is a piercer who pierces actual people rather than dolls.
I have a doll that my friend found stuck on a fence, and when she pulled the doll of the fence, the head, which had gashes in it, fell off. She brought her back to me, and I reattached the head, etc. Now she has badass scars.
My doll collection is kinda fucked up. I don't think I'm a real collector because I don't like MIB stuff. I like fucked up stuff that no one else wants. My bears and meese are all pretty normal, but they're not my real collection.
One time my neighbors were all collaborating on a garage sale, which I didn't participate in because I'm not together enough and because I can't bear to sell any of my junk. So anyway, one of the neighbors was selling an entire moose collection. I should have bought it, but I didn't.
I did once buy a match collection at a garage sale. Now I have a big bag of matches from places all around the world that I've never been to. I will never run out of matches. Never. Until I lose the bag. |
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