Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018

She loved her Barbies with their blonde hair and flouncy dresses. The world was all pink and lovely. As she stepped out into the wide world, all she saw was grey. The beauty was the beast and blessed with a ubiquitous plastic presence. Her Barbies were of yore were no more. Via: https://katmyrman.com/2018/09/18/twittering-tales-102-broken-barbies-18-september-2018/

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