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The yellow haired Barbie doll
sat on her chair with a sad expression on her face: "I hate this fascist world, the words obscure that make me cry, the men who push me on the street the awful sounds I hear from bars, I hate the women and their men who act so jealously and insane, they have no heart, or joy, or God they spit on everyone around. I wish my world to be serene, full of popcorn and smart kids, a world with animals around where geniuses can walk arm in arm. I wish to lay on a blond haired boy's lap to spray white walls with sparkles of candies to sing all day near parks and trees to climb real high and then fall asleep. I wish my world to be a kid's dream, where parents kiss and tuck me in, a world where nobody grows too big!"
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