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I couldn't help but stare at her in awe. She was so cute in her purple minnie mouse dress that I bought for her last week. The older she gets the more she looks like a miniature of Flynn. Her eyes, the shape of her face, and her thick eyelashes. Definitely a Vasilios.

"Cornflakes," I corrected her as I caressed her head when she walked past me, "But I made you pancakes. You don't want pancakes?" I flipped the pancakes over and put it on a plate.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me doing that. "Yes, pancakes!"

I chuckled and placed a plate with a pancake, whipped cream, and strawberries in front of her. She jumped on the chair, letting her doll fall down on the floor making its head detach from the body and roll down the kitchen floor.

My eyes widened as I watch it happen. Oh god ! And that's the reason why I never bought dolls for her.

She got Finny, the name she gave the doll, from Flynn as a gift. The doll looked so alive, it scares the crap out of me. But I guess that's how dolls are m