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Doll

There was once a woman whose name was Doll Who lived hidden in mountains because her stature was extremely small. No one had heard her tiny voice So she cried & cried with no other choice. One lonely night she stole away with all her treasures but in the morning the town found her dead & shot her through the head just for good measures.
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e-e-brown
Irish
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Nov 5, 2011
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