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up in Boston, but I've been living in a home outside of

Boston," I explained.

He nodded.

"Sounds like you were right."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't need me to change your one to a

five," he said sullenly. I stared at him a moment and

then I shook my head.

"Yes, I did," I confessed. His eyes widened

with interest. "Huh?"

"I didn't take much money with me when I left

and I had no idea how much things cost," I added. He

nodded, thoughtfully.

"Sounds like you left in a rush. Did ya?" he

asked, but I looked away. "Say, what's that you're

holdin' onto so tightly?" He leaned over so he could

get a better view of Angel. "A doll!" he said with

amazement. My eyes flared.

"It's not just a doll; it's a special doll, a

collector's doll. It's a work of art and it's called a

portrait doll," I said sharply.

"Oh, I see. Excuse me. Well, can I get a better

look at it? I promise to be careful."

I fixed my eyes on him. He looked sincere so I

handed Angel to him. He held her gingerly and

studied her face and features. Then he whistled

through his teeth.

"You're right. This is truly a work of art. I never seen such detail in a doll." He lowered her and gazed at me. Then he looked at her again. "Wait a minute.

This doll looks a lot like you."

"It's supposed to," I said taking her back

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