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A short story written by my friend Glorya Hollie, hope you enjoy it!

 

I can barely feel my feet from walking, but can’t even stop to rest, because when I think about it, I feel some goblin pulling my collar and I need to move on. Yes, collar. Now it is as much a part of me as the clothes I wore that now have become rags. I feel dirty, hungry. Whenever they give me water, I already feel grateful, because it looks like they don’t even care about it. In fact, if it weren’t for the moments when they use me as a doll, I don’t even think they see me.

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