[Lights come up on a girl sitting in the middle of the stage. She holds a doll and is lovingly brushing it's hair back from it's face. She looks up at the audience.]
GIRL:
See dolly here? She was once like you and me. We played together. I would whisper secrets in her ear at night. Things that I didn't want others to know. I knew that dolly wouldn't tell. She's a good dolly. Once, I almost left her at a gas station. Mommy drove all the way back to pick her up because I couldn't stop crying. Dolly always liked to have her hair brushed. She used to say that it felt nice on her brain. I always laughed at her because I wasn't brushing her brain. I taught dolly the alphabet. She learned really fast. Then I taught her how to read. Her favorite book was always Where The Wild Things Are. I liked that book too. I never used to sleep without dolly. I would tuck her in and kiss her on the forehead. Then we would both settle down to sleep. She was my best friend [Beat of her looking sadly at the doll.] And then I grew up.
[The girl takes one last look at the doll and gets up. She sets it on the ground and walks away. Lights fade.]
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