Rag doll had made piles of hearts, more than Hearts had thought he would be able to make, much more. He could sit on them if he wanted, perhaps even a bed...
The door opened and two scarecrows came in, dressed in valentine slave uniforms and began to gather the hearts glumly while a valentine soldier set the two bowls of mush on the table.
"eat up, freaks."
Rag doll smiled at the name. It was nice to hear something familiar.
But he didn't want Hearts being called that.
"You're right, I am a freak." he said smoothly, taking all of the critisim.
"Thanks for noticing."
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