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Poor Sissy cries for Dolly most of the night as Daddy grumbles and Taddy tries to make it better.
Then Taddy starts to cry and I feel so bad, after all I should have kept them both safe. It's my fault Sissy lost Dolly and I wish I could make it better.
Sissy tells Taddy it's OK and she would rather cuddle him anyway and it only makes him cry worse.
Grady is there and he wants to take her but Taddy is angry now and won't let him take her coz she didn't do anything bad.
I am the one who lost her and her dolly.
Now Grandy has Petal and I gasp as I realize he knows my special hiding place for my favorite things.
Is he mad?
Sissy is angry too and thinks about going off on one for me but Taddy is sad for me so we cuddle into him and Sissy sobs a little coz she is so sad that Taddy is sad and cries too.
Daddy has left the bed and the whole house is alive with shouting and light and noise.
I is so angry for my lovely Sissy and I stomp off to the nursery incase Dolly is in the waste basket. How dare Grandy do that to Sissy.
Poor Sissy, so sad.
I love my Sissy.
Daddy is back and it's early morning. He shows us what he found in the horse's bed.
DOLLY
Poor Sissy is still so upset that she doesn't recognize her.
Of course it is. I know it is, Daddy knows it is but still she refuses to accept her.
Poor Sissy.
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Next day she cries her like heart is breaking. I don't know how to help so I cry too. Solidarity ya know, us twins gotta stick together.
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Poor Sissy is carrying Petal around today and looking for Dolly under chairs and inside cupboards.
Daddy is getting the look he gets right before one of his screaming tantrums.
I cry myself to sleep as my poor Sissy bemoans the loss of her Dolly.
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Sissy realizes that Petal does not cut the mustard and gives her back. She is so tired and upset, poor wee Sissy.
She lays on the floor to rest and Taddy accidentally trips on her.
She didn't mean to make him fall over.
Sissy is put in the nursery and even though she cries for our Taddy he doesn't come.
I stand outside the closed door and cry too, wishing I could comfort her.
My poor Sissy.
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Taddy is in the bed and he looks really tired, poor Taddy. Sissy climbs up and offers him a cuddle as he rests.
My lovely Sissy has such a big heart.
Sissy is singing to Bubba.
It moved!
Sissy says Bubba moved and I am so excited. Also glad Bubba chose Sissy first coz she deserves to be first. I never thought to sing, did I.
Taddy laughed and told us that the baby was saying hi.
Sissy decides it is Dolly again and it is so nice to see her happy again.
Poor Sissy.
I hope Dolly has learnt her lesson.
I furtively take Petal and find a new hiding place.
Bloody Grandy!
