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Monologue On Frankenstein

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Frankenstein created a monster too. His monster wasn’t really a monster. He was misunderstood. Perhaps that’s true of Violet also, but that’s little comfort when your scream is being gagged by a realistic, child-sized fist being shoved down your throat. I make dolls for extra money and to keep busy on empty widowed nights. I never thought of a doll being like my child until Violet. Did I wish for her to come to life? I don’t know. All I know is I awoke tonight with a beautiful, plastic girl on my chest, stabbing me with a kitchen knife.

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