DUMMY LOVE
It is very early in the morning, I am still sitting here, and the people in the street stare at me. I am a dummy, and that is normal, but I only like it when she looks at me. She, the other dummy in the store window, is beautiful.
One day I say to her:
- I love you.
And she answers:
- Wow! You are so brave to say that, but I don’t love you.
When she pronounces those words, I feel that she breaks me down, I am really devastated. Then the owner of the store sees that I am broken, and he throws me away.
I will never see her for the rest of my life.
Nuria Polo Gallardo 1º E
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