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"I think I need to die."
"What, why?" Michael asked as he set down the old doll he had found in the box. He and Diego, his cousin, were looking through some old boxes for their grandma and picking out what needed to be donated and what could stay.
Diego was staring down at the toy first aid kit in his hands. It was white, and the red paint on it had seen better days. "I used to try and prep this one and the blue version of it with shit we would need in case grandma's house burnt down."
Michael laughed as he picked back up the doll. She was some stuffed grandma toy with grey hair up in a bun. "Would you have saved Old Lady Edna? She's very important."
"I'm fairly sure I put those small children's bible story books in them. Like, one each."
Michael held old lady Edna over his mouth as he took a second to process that. "What the hell was that thought process?"
"I don't know! I was, like, eight." Diego exclaimed defensively as his face appeared to heat up.
"'Quick! Grab the story kits!'" Michael shook around Old Lady Edna and spoke in a frantic old lady voice.
"I actually hate you." Diego said as he set the toy to the side and picked up an I Spy book. "Didn't you and Jeremy color in this one time?"
Michael nodded as he set down Old Lady Edna in the Keep pile of toys. "Yeah, I think so. I think we demolished a different book on accident too."
"'On accident.' Sure." Diego set it in the Keep area. "I want to see if I can clean out the crayon or whatever you did before we donate that."
"Fair."