Playing with dolls has been her daily activity since she was young. Each day, a new doll would arrive in her mail box. She treated them so kindly, almost as if they were alive. She took care of them like a loving mother, who was taking care of her one and only child. She loves each one of them, and she would never treated them differently. She even washed them, pretended to feed them, change their attires everyday, and talk to them. 

As she grew older, she realized that playing with dolls aren't as fun. She's not that childish girl anymore that spends her entire day playing with her dolls. She had grewn up into an adult; adult doesn't play with dolls, don't they? Or maybe they do? 

This time, it's different. 

She wants something real to play with.

What does the word 'real' really means to her?

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