She was the ugliest doll in the world and I loved her very much. The lids of her circular eyes opened and closed with a click-clack when I tilted her head. Her pointy nose left pressure marks on my cheek when I pressed her face tightly against mine. The red color of her lips had peeled off from my many kisses. And her once soft and shiny hair had become dull and stuck up in straw-like tufts from her head. Her name was Nunufar, which means “water lily” in Armenian.
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