A path To Go To

Doll after doll, toy after toy, when Zalia picked all the dolls she liked from one stall, she went to the next stall. Arash had a mountain of various toys and dolls on him, following Zalia.

stall after stall, her ice cracked little by little.

((b..b..bro..brother....ne...next))

((bro...brother...come.))

((brother....come.))

((brother! brother!.lets go to the next one.))

((he he he, run run to next game.))

((He he he, brother, look at this doll, how beautiful .))

((Oh, look! What a beautiful doll! What is its name? The one with a white horn in the middle of its head?))

((Brother! That thing ... the thing that closes the window ... ah ... cur..curton? No, curtain! I want some of them, it's beautiful. Buy them for us.))

((What a beautiful chair! Buy it for me.))

Games allowed Zalia to connect with the childhood she never had, game after game, Zalia became more comfortable and a smile on her lips gre

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