You turn right and walk out into the balcony of the dollhouse. The dollhouse has two stories and an attic, and is facing a pink wall of your sisters room. You are on the second floor. The house is a light pink, with the roof being a darker shade of hot pink. You walk over to the rails of the balcony and fold your arms on the balcony railing. You think of all the things you may never see or do, all of your friends you won't meet again, and of the life you are leaving behind. All because if your sister. She has imprisoned you here in this place, a girls paradise. She is god here. She controls her toys. That is how it works. You are one of her toys now. Unless you manage to escape, but you find that unlikely.
You are pondering these thoughts, and many more, when suddenly, you hear stomping. The ground begins to shake. "I'm back, Bobby!" You hear your sister say with glee. You make a run for it.
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