Getting Rid of the Doll for Good
The next morning, I woke up all happy and relieved Clair was gone. I went to my neighbors house, because there was another third grade girl named Wendy. Even though I was only here for a few days, we're BFF's. I rang the doorbell, and she answered."Hi Wendy!" I said. She said "Hi" back.
"Looked what I found." She said. She help up a doll. Clarice!!
"No!!" I shouted. I stomped on the doll until she was squashed and completely broken.
"What was that for?" Wendy screamed.
"I...I just don't like dolls."
"Yeah, it's about time we grow out of them, huh?" She said.
So we played at her house for the day and I never saw the doll again.
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