The porcelain doll hit the floor with a thud, her little face cracking down the middle. When Emily had finished opening cameras, clothes, and jewellery, she turned on her parents like a wolf.
"Is that all there is?"
Her mom blinked away tears and her dad glared at her.
"You've been given over twenty gifts, even one from Santa--"
"You mean you."
Her dad frowned.
"Isn't that enough?"
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