When the cat started talking, I knew something was wrong with the house. I informed my husband, but he wouldn't believe me. Last week it was the mirror, and now the cat. So, when he returned home from work, I began pestering him about moving to a new house. Instead, he asked if I had taken my medication. Ignoring his remark, I persisted, "Even Sally doesn't like this place." A mocking smile appeared on his lips as he turned to her and asked, "Is that so, Sally?" "Yes, daddy!" My husband recoiled, his eyes nearly bulging out in disbelief. He asked incredulously, "How could a doll talk?"
"But Sally always does."
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