One day, I stumbled upon the doll I had buried with my six-year-old daughter a year ago. The unmistakable proof was my name embroidered on its dress. Determined to unravel the mystery, I recorded everything on a dictaphone. Little did I know, this would save me from a deeper trouble.
Hi, this is Kate, 33 years old. I just got back from the flea market. I found a toy there that looks a lot like the one my daughter had. She passed away a year ago, and I even buried her with that doll. Now, it seems like this flea market doll is the same one. It can’t be, but I need to check something when I get home.
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