-When I was little I would carry around little baby dolls that I would rename every day and feed and hold. My baby, now, she’s got a new toy and she has to keep it plugged in. My baby stays three feet away from the wall all the time. 

-Mine doesn’t have toys. She doesn’t like things. 

-Oh don’t worry. You know she’s not committed to it. Just a phase, like teething. And my baby? My baby’s got ahold of one of our old phones, with the cords? The spiral ones, beige. And she’s wearing it around like jewelry. Like a necklace. And then every few days or so she calls my mother, bless her soul, calls my dead momma and then puts her on hold. 

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