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I found this much-played-with doll of my youth stuffed into a suitcase at my niece’s house. She had found it in my sister’s attic. I thought it had been lost forty years ago when a tornado hit my parent’s house. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had removed our old toys before the tornado hit. She’s a bit the worst for wear after being played with by two more generations of little girls after me, but her hair, in time’s dreadlocks, looks more up to date than her former perfect curls.