"Donated, Mam?" The girl asks a quizzical look on her face.
"Yes, you see for whatever reason we've had fewer people in Home Ec recently, so we are donating these dolls to a government-run course teen moms." The teacher explains.
'Crap, crap, crap' is the only thing you think to yourself as you watch your plan crumble before your eyes. After a few seconds of deliberating you begin tossing and turning as an attempt to free yourself from the dolls.
However, your struggling is cut short as you notice the teacher's shadow loom over you. Silently you watch her close the box, encasing you in darkness as the only sound you can hear is the sound of the box being tapped shut.
After a few days of the box begin transported around the country the box is opened and you see...
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