I am the Ken doll you left outside in 1983. I have been living on cat food and squirrels, coming out mostly at night, unable to wash or even change my clothes because they are permanently sewn on. I ask you, would a merciful God allow this?
I just wish I could wipe this stupid grin off my idiot face.
You can read my blog and maybe leave some food out for me at
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