"What... the fuck... is that?" she breathed, sounding just as terrified as me. I shook my head, crouching beside the car to take a closer look without touching it. "It's..." My voice was hoarse, and I licked my lips before trying again. "It's a doll." A Barbie, to be more specific. Or something of that style. Hard plastic, about twelve-inches tall... that in itself was enough to spark fear in someone with mild pedophobia—a fear of dolls—but that wasn't the part that made me want to scream. Her long hair was pink, and she wore a doll-sized version of sweatpants and a tank top. The leather seat
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