The Three Magi made signs.
I have a cold and am not feeling energetic, but I washed New Doll right away---her clothes smelled like basement, and her hair had some stiff stuff stuck in it. Maybe old hair spray?
Luckily, she thought it was a lark.
And then New Girl got bundled up in the quilted bear (unstuffed), to stay warm and dry. Red Hair Girl sat with her alone first, so she wouldn't be overwhelmed.
But New Girl is not shy or afraid––these dolls usually aren't, except for SweePo who has PTSD (I don't know why)––and soon all four got together. They're sitting on the end of the couch chatting right now.
I don't know how this will change the ecosystem here. Perhaps it won't.
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