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"Wow," Dolly said, picking up the little doll that was dropped off on her doorstep. "You look just like Eleanor!"
The baby doll whines and reaches for the strap of Dolly's top. She's helpless and hungry, not even able to form the words to ask for a drink.
Dolly laughs. "Well, I was just doing my nightly exercises, but I guess I can fit in a feeding as well. I can't wait to show you to Eleanor tomorrow, though. She'll get a kick out of you, if she's not in a bad mood again."
