The girl was short, and dressed like a doll, in a mini sundress that was far too blue, like one of those powder blue dressed one might see in a magazine. Something that should not have been possible. And it was, anyway.
She was smiling and laughing and running around the merry go round, all alone. But she spoke to the open air anyway, as though there were other children there with her. And when she stood on the bench she spoke down as though there were an invisible woman sitting there – a mother of some sort.
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