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A brillent soldier waving from behind the glass, Oh how I would so much want it with its high class. Its face made of plastic, its armor of tin, a sweet nature, a structure so thin. Its giant white grin peeking from the window. A nice natured doll-like fellow. Its cheeks red like roses, its skin pale as snow, a stache black as coal. Oh how I want it, it peeking at me. This soldier fills me with unlimited glee. I wonder if it would like to live with me. I hand the casher the loot, he hands me to doll. How lucky I am to have such a role.