Well, Hello, Dolly

I flew 11,000 km in economy class to play with a doll. As a child, I played with G.I. Joe and when Joe went on leave, he would occasionally hook up with my sister's Barbie, and they'd, you know — but it was just a stage and I went on to more typical boyish fun like shooting the windows out of the neighbor's garage and jumping my bike off ramps a la Evel Kneivel. But here I am at age 32, back playing with a dolly. My mother will not approve: this is not just any doll. Stacy is tall enough...

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