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[estrogenerational-trauma]

Short prose about a doll that lives in my head.

Hidden under that cut for the convenience of your dashboard.

Questions

"My lady?"

"Yes, Pneuma?"

"Why did you make me your doll?"

"Because you asked me to."

"Oh."

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"My lady?"

"Yes, Pneuma?"

"Why did I ask you to?"

"Because your life was dull, and sad, and you had lost everything."

"Oh."

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"Pneuma?

"Yes, my lady?"

"Why don't you go brew us some tea and join me in the study?"

"At once, my lady."

"Thank you, dear."

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"My lady?"

"Yes Pneuma?"

"Why do you have me stand in the study with you when I could be attending to other duties?"

A soft smile appears on the Witch's face. "Because sometimes, I just want to have something pretty to look at."

"... Oh." If she still had a heart, it would have skipped a beat.