The perfect friend

A curtain of blonde hair. Not one of them out of place and never a bad hair day.

A colourful wardrobe where pink Wellington boots went perfectly with a leopard skin dress and a red hat.

An endless smile, big blue eyes, an envied figure.

She listened but never told secrets. In a time of darkness she was a shining light.

Her name? Barbie.

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