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‘The Doll’ – A Memoir Of A ‘Living Doll’

I had a great time at the funeral of a very dear friend.

The day after my death I got the call from the funeral director that my friend had been found dead.

I was devastated and I cried with relief.

I called the funeral home and explained everything to the receptionist and told her what had happened.

She gave me some comfort knowing that she knew what I was going through.

I told her that the person I loved most was gone and that she had been the most important person to me and that I loved her deeply.

That night I was very grateful to be able to say goodbye to someone I loved, and I will always be grateful to her.

I remember the next morning I was in bed, watching TV.

I went downstairs to check on my family and then I called my mother and told them about what had just happened.

I felt like I was at a funeral.

The funeral director was still crying and her voice was still so soft.

I asked her if she would be able and that was the last time I saw her alive.

I know she loved me dearly.

She had loved me for over 40 years and I have never forgotten that.

I am now in a much better place and am trying to find a way to keep going.

It’s hard to describe how hard it is to go through a loss, but I know that my life has been the hardest and the hardest of my life.

I have a very hard time letting go of things and I try not to let it take over my life when I try to go back to normal. Read more I was born in 1957 in Brooklyn, New York and raised in Brooklyn. 

When I was 10 years old, I went to live with my uncle, who was a cop.

I would go out on the street and help out people who needed help, like cleaning cars or running errands for other people.

One night I heard a gunshot.

It sounded like a shot from a gun, but it was a gunshot from a car.

I thought it was some sort of prank.

I ran to my uncle’s car and went to investigate.

I found the gun and told him I found it in a cardboard box on the porch of my house.

I gave him the box and he said, “Oh, I found a gun.” 

The box was so heavy that I thought maybe someone was going to take it and throw it in the trash.

So I told my uncle that I would keep the box.

He was like, “OK, I guess you don’t have to worry about that.” 

He told me to stay calm and not to worry, and that if anything happened to me, I would be alright.

I always told my aunt and my grandmother that I knew I would come back home.

When I was 13, my uncle died in a car accident and I was left with my mother.

I had no money to pay my school fees and my mother had no job. 

I stayed with my family in Brooklyn for a year and a half.

Then my mother gave up on working and took me in with her. 

My uncle passed away when I was 12 and I lived with my aunt in Brooklyn and my uncle never got to see me.

I didn’t see my parents or even see my siblings for five years. 

In 2003, I moved to California.

My mother was a nurse and my father was a teacher.

I started school at 13 and graduated from high school in 2010.

My dad had a medical degree, but he wasn’t good at making money.

He didn’t have any real job and my mom was in the nursing program and was working. 

One day, I walked into my aunt’s house to pick up some groceries and she asked if I had any relatives or friends who needed anything.

I said, I’m not really a friend of hers, but if I have any relatives who need anything, please, please call me. 

 I remember sitting in the living room of the house and listening to my aunt talking about her nephews and what they were going through and how it had affected them. 

She said, My nephews are going through the worst thing that they have ever had to go thru.

They are not going to be okay.

I can tell you right now, my nephews, you will be okay, my aunt told me.

She also told me that she loved her nephew, so if she could get him back, I’m going to do anything to help. 

On the day that my uncle passed, I was just five years old.

I couldn’t get out of bed and I started to cry because I didn�t know how to cry.

My mom said to me that if I could find my aunt�s uncle, I will give him my life, but that was too much for me.

So, I did the only thing I could do for her: I took the box