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The Blue Doll From Daddy

My own short story:
When I was in hospital, having my tonsils out as a child, when my dad brought me a doll that was completely and totally ‘blue’ in color. blue hair, blue clothes, blue accessories.
I was lying in the hospital bed, feeling next to dead, when Dad popped this doll up next to me.
He said, “Since you have to be here, I bought “someone” to be ‘blue’ with you”. I’ll never forget it.
Daddy always brought me dolls…or M&Ms…or comic books from our newsstand. (grins)
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