“We like you. We. Suddenly Stanley understood. It hadn’t been the same doll on his desk each night. It had been a different doll every time. Sure, it had been the same type of doll, but there had always been slight differences. But what did it mean? Whatever it was, it was weird and upsetting, and he didn’t want any part in it. He opened a drawer in the desk, dropped the one-armed doll inside it, and slammed the drawer shut. There.”
