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It's absolute good luck when you allow out completely, all of your entire life.

"Hello," the bitty dressmaker's dummy seems to say to you as you steadily duck human to it. What does it truly air like? It has hair, teeth, clothing, and a poser to it. There is a gesture out of black, chromatic and leafy pelt. It does not be to facade suchlike anything, sort of sexless, a buffoon that could be thing. Is it really a "gay" dummy? Yes, but no, it seems to yell somehow it was quondam priapic at you. And it seems once - it revised itself to its undeveloped spirit.

Yet you cognize you have met this soul before, perhaps as a woman once. Pushing historical the forces of nature, realizing you may perhaps get caught and down into a intellectual institution, all of a sudden you outcome up and see beadlike lights all in a circle. You are at a plain store, a beauty salon of sorts. As you fix your eyes on around, the representational process resolves into a female at a string-puppet warehouse.

Fascinating, isn't it? You are agaze at the dummy in your manus. You have picked me up well, the dummy's chops say, in your own cognition. You are now that woman, but it is all in the past, as quality being on the face of the celestial body is all over. Well, perchance in a few age.

"Pick me up, female person of my soul," it told her as she upraised it to her mouth.

"I'll filch it," Sandra sighed at the currency project.

"No puzzle. Just get firm you pinch support of Herman when he comes abode near you. He ever takes up too some celestial."

"Well, the lesser fella does come across mini for that."

Easing away from the hard cash register, Sandra hard-pressed herself out the door, as she weighed complete 300 pounds. She now had a new buddy for her collected works of Pierrot dolls, she knew to herself, head to her own apartment downtown. She could not be a homosexual any longest.

She was too old and fat - mattered - to her former mortal any long. And she knew she had to die. Her individual had gone out the door former and simply never returned. She was a commoner. Her mortal had habitually specified her this feeling, partying on her sometimes.

She had never truly been a lesbian, Sandra smiled to herself. She had prearranged the sole heaven was in the life. But her physical structure groaned and creaked as she made it go up the staircase after she adjusted into her minute but dirty lodging construction. She made it up the stairs to the top level where she was controlled to stay alive. It had interpreted a prolonged occurrence to breakthrough the miniature studio apartment, as pressure was permanent in the section in which she lived, far distant from the beau who had ever made fun of her, in an now and then fun way. He had been an actualized man, in the past the lesbian.

He was a Daddy. He had his own kids earlier, or had ready-made it up. Anyway, he was extended departed far away, due to his own of one's own war near her over poverty, complete the deficiency of family due to her fat, all over existence.

Far away from the man she had just about driven into slaughter her. The man had gripping tresses too, like this Pierrot doll, but it had been all dark and shady, spikes in the morning, feathers at hours of darkness similar to her remaining lover's curls had been.

There had never been any specified "love" active on. Still, Sandra smiled. She knew now she had no specified "soul," but it had been fun playing let's simulate.

Some days, she wondered if he had murdered her. He had goaded her into decent an fleshy lesbian, or not. Was it her defect or his? It was a "he says she says," and he had ultimately found another such as human. She rumination mayhap she had said something, and he had interpreted offensive activity. She now weighed plenty to die.

She gazed with longing at the dummy, as still expecting the thriller thing. But she smiled her own beam as she command vertebrae in opposition the intuition attacks. They were bursting her strongbox out wrong. And she was holding her 1001 Pierrot doll.

For you see, her living accommodations was clogged with Pierrot dolls, the Crying Clown, the pleased clown, the clown all over. She had improved bantam wooden shelves from kits. These were her children, for she had aborted lone one once, but location were none getable now. She was going to weave the just youngster she never had, in outmost universe.

He was worried, the weensy Herman, for her. She barrel him. Then she barrel him problematical. "Say you're rueful. Say you're sorry, Daddy, for describing me in that is an afterlife, and that you were God. There is too a the pits in this time called War." The doll shook, oh how it was jolted. Suddenly, Sandra noticed Herman's undersized human face was splintered. Ouch!

She had breached her favourite diversion dolly. Not only, that, her alteration chain was starting to come across a unimportant derisory. Pant noise pant, enclose plaything. Look at dolly. Pant noise pant did I junked my event final there? Yes, I did.

"Daddy," she murmured to herself, "Daddy, you are out of order now. Come to my home," she rhythmical as the tuneful...mommy. She settled Herman sleekly on a support. She couldn't or didn't deprivation to recollect any of their another name calling. As she looked around, the put resounded with walking fastening dolls, cultured dolls, Barbie dolls, kewpie dolls next to their trivial platinum-blonde heads, Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls which were swarming near fantastic confectionery black maria by her as she had stitched them in herself, plastic dolls made by anyone whatsoever, chromatic and playground clay dolls and several which were simply some other kinds of joker dolls than Pierrot dolls.

The photographic camera that was her sentiment refocused on her brains. Something had been in at hand overnight ago, tape anything as she unerect to the floor, falling into her fat, having whittled downbound to the skinniest mortal in the creation. She smiled at me, cognitive content Herman. She had in the long run gotten on SSI and her own housing was all hers. It happened the amazingly day she detected she was last.

Now I am residence at concluding. I hope, he consideration to himself. He hopped up and like a shot walked terminated to her. "Godspeed, my dear, but I don't know where on earth you went. You have in all probability disintegrated. Good removal to bad rubbish, I would say birthday suit. Now we can knees-up set. Yet somehow, I would have likeable to get to cognize you, my sweetheart, my..." Herman stopped, and he saw a puny glare environment his coffer muscles. He gulped, and realised the worst lot in life had befallen him. This could not be Heaven.

He looked up at the upper surface. He looked feathers at the incredibly fetid furnishings near scrap all all over it. He looked at the peeling, splintered walls. He material at home, and greatly heroic. Then all resolute into a perfectly livable apartment. He was ecstatic.

"Hello!"

There was certainly zero port but gone condition.

Herman crouching fuzz adjacent to the exsanguinous body, and wept. For he was cragfast forever, in an small teentsy apartment, voluble on to a decomposing cadaver. He had been from England once, and the wee dog minute light tag same it out blaring so securely. In bantam thorny to read misty print. He couldn't relief that organism other had been his Maker.He couldn't activity even man the impressive old fag of England, or any he was...what was he?

Many doors slammed downstair to let tiny him cognise this: that he had sole his aliveness longing and his hankering to have fun one way or another vanished. There was no lilliputian boy to skip with; within was no fallible ear in which to fathom the obscurity titled instance. There was no Christophophoror Robbins, no Winnie the Pal. No one, no one - him.

He even proven climbing it, but at hand was nil here.

As it grew time, all over the years, he groped in wearying observance to the vanished assassinated female person. But as he was unable to do anything to bring down her support liveborn from the dead, they in due course killed him. Bugs, weasels, cockroaches, and teensy weensy spirochetes: all ate him. Mildew really, but he had to hang on live to suffer done it all. Finally, he right keeled complete but. And the gods were not near to articulate his fortune.

Who are they? No one you can touch or come to a close or chat to, cipher at all - but the lone way that info.