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I guess we’re through, that’s the end of me and you. I’m here, hugging your doll I once held dear. Maybe I still do, and I just can’t let go of you. “Be strong,” it says. “It will all be over soon.” How silly am I, to think a doll could talk. A monkey made of cloth. “This key,” you said, “is the key to my heart, and we will never grow apart.” You sealed it with a kiss. I couldn’t believe it, but now after it’s done, it’s you I’ll miss. Those nights, those memories, and it all started with a monkey with a key around its neck. “This is the key to my h