Page 97 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
If that’s true, why did you message me?
03Lucky03:
That onesie caught my eye.
LittleDoll:
Oh, sure.
Of all the women on here, you message the one dressed like a bear?
03Lucky03:
I’m not big on people, either. So, I’d choose the bear any day.
LittleDoll:
LOL! Yeah, me too.
What’s your name?
As crazy as it sounds, I wanna know more about this guy. I wanna keep him talking because, somehow, I’ve managed torelax on my lounge with just the help of his chit-chat. It almost feels like I can escape the desperation inside me that craves attention and the pull to another person—Shane. I’ve almost texted him twice today because the desire to beg to know why I wasn’t enough is pestering me so hard.
Another message pops up on my screen.
03Lucky03:
Lucky is fine. We can drop the numbers.
LittleDoll:
I’m Dollancie.
03Lucky03:
So, that’s where the little doll comes in.
LittleDoll:
Dollie was a nickname given to me by my brother.
03Lucky03:
You guys close?
LittleDoll:
Once.
Not so much now.
I don’t give the details regarding Ambrose.
03Lucky03:
Same, I have one sister. Younger.
LittleDoll:
