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 | It was horrible. The dog exploded by the makeup pool and no detective could make headway. | |
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| The puzzle is not in the dead dog but in the hundreds of yellow eyed dolls scattered over the carpet. Everything else seems explicable. | |
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| The dolls were uncanny creatures, blank in their expressions and listless in their pose. Yet there was something about them that gave me the creeps. | |
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| Of course, they were dolls with our duplicated souls. | |
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| It was all I could do to run screaming from the room. This rep[ort, I should burn it. I have seen too much. | |
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| Each doll will give birth to one of us. Somewhere out there they will start to creep about the surface of the earth, seeking us out. They will eat their way back into our chests to suck on our fleshy hearts. | |
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