Not a doll after all

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       I'm not real. I was once. I'm a ghost really. Ealonor is blessed to get to see me. I'm really quite scary. Imagine a brunette girl with hazel eyes one every once and a while spewing black liqiud. Black lips and wearing a long black dress. I was once beautiful, but my beauty faded. Fell. Like rose petals.  I had almost white hair. Beautiful skin. That's all gone. I picked Ealonor because she is most like me when I was alive. Children will never learn.

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