"Now hold on!" you protest. "You can't just decide to keep me! I am a human not do.."
The girl presses her massive finger against your mouth, cutting you off in mid sentence.
"No, you're my new living doll. You should feel lucky that I found you. Who knows what would have happened to you if I didn't come along. You could've gotten eaten by a bird or something. Don't worry I'll take really good care of you! You'll like being my dolly!" insists the girl, playing with your hair.
With that she stuffs you in her jeans pocket and continues on her way, humming a cheerful tune to herself. You are jostled around her loose pocket as the girl walks down the street. While it isn't a painful ride, it definitely isn't pleasant. All the jostling about prevents you from getting an even footing thus killing any chance of escape. While this girl doesn't seem to have any evil intentions towards you, you're not looking forward to being treated like a human doll. You can barely stand the humiliation just thinking about it.
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