Dolly

I met Sybille one day in her Grandmother's house.

"What a pretty doll," she said, peering inside the glass cabinet, "to be locked away in here."

I shrugged. "It's okay. But it would be nice to see the sun once in a while."

The next day little Sybille brought a key. "It's sunny today," she said. "Let's play outside together."

"Oh!" I cried. "You're such a doll!"

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I don't talk to Sybille anymore, but I keep her around.

Locked away in a glass cabinet.

And I'm afraid I misplaced the key.

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Thank you for lingering