37. She is Barbie

D-A-K-O-T-A

"Wooo! Who is she?" Emara points at the picture on the wall beside us. I see a blonde curled up in Ken's lap, smiling at the camera. “She is barbie."

I again hear her crackle as she throws her head back and laughs like a possessed doll. Too weird to be called cute.

"If she is bar...