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It was a beautiful Christmas Eve as the two cheerful little girls hopped excitedly while watching their mom come through the door with the stuffed garbage bags.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They knew what time it was when their mother stepped through the door letting the fresh non-permanent snow in the house and the chill of the night air clash with the new heat of the heater.\u00a0 They knew it was time for them to get presents for Christmas the next day. \u00a0 It was an all-time joy for them as they clasped their hands in their fronts praying that they were getting the treasures they wanted.\u00a0 Was it going to be a new Monster High Doll or a Barbie Dream House set, they wouldn\u2019t know until the next day when they unraveled their gifts.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n As their mother walked to her room denying all obvious existence of their gifts one of the little girls piped up\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMommy!\u00a0 Mommy!\u00a0 Can I take a peek?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Their mother giggles. \u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t know why you are asking, I ain\u2019t got you nothing.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But the little girl knows not to worry. \u00a0 She will see her present tomorrow morning.\u00a0 Even if it wasn\u2019t something she was waiting for.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They both gasped the next day as they saw all of the gifts under the Christmas Tree.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n There were fake janitor sets, big play ovens, Barbie dolls, Monster-High dolls, and mountains and mountains of stuffed animals. \u00a0 All of those toys are there but only two toys catch their attention.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n 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with big bright smiles.\u00a0 That was the plan: Play with the dolls.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n All the children play with their Christmas presents. \u00a0 Don\u2019t they?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Well, the little girls did.\u00a0 They loved playing with the luxurious life-size dolls that looked like them.\u00a0 The best part was that there were two dolls, double the fun (also double the trouble than it was worth.\u00a0 But we digress.)\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They played with the Rapunzel day in and day out.\u00a0 Brushing their hair, singing songs with them, making them laugh, and dancing with handsome princes. \u00a0 It was a joyous time until it got too boring for them. \u00a0 So, like what most children do, they discard the dolls.\u00a0 They were done playing with them after the month that followed Christmas. \u00a0 They were done with dolls. \u00a0 But dolls weren\u2019t done with them.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It first started when the girls were playing with their new Kindles in the living room when the dolls were sitting on the couch behind them out of the blue.\u00a0 Both girls look at each other confusingly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDid you put these there?\u201d\u00a0 says the older one.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, I didn\u2019t.\u201d\u00a0 responds the youngest.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They both give eerie glances while they pick up the dolls.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet’s put these away before momma makes us play with them.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They put the dolls in their room closet on the top of the shelf hidden with the dusty spiders.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The next morning the girls walk into the kitchen, getting ready to fight over who pours the new milk in their cereal first when they scream.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Sitting with frowning pale pink lips are the Rapunzel.\u00a0 They are covered in dust from the closet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The younger girl screeches.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh my gosh!!\u00a0 Who put them there?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The older one shivers.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh no I don\u2019t know.\u00a0 But we have to get rid of them.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They plot with each other.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The plan was to put the dolls in plastic bags and then throw them in the trash can outside. \u00a0 No one would ever know they put them in the dumpster.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So, there they were, standing in the cold, shaking in their Lalaloopsy’s pajamas as one held open the heavy garbage lid.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMomma\u2019s gone whoop us.\u201d Says the younger one as she holds the lid in her shaking chilled hands.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOnly because we might get sick, standing out here,\u201d says the oldest.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n No comments followed after they listened to the two heavy thuds.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The job was done.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n That night both girls slept peacefully.\u00a0 Or at least 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