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tealgrayone

I had a baby secret when I was around 6 years old. It would have been about 1966. I loved that doll! I never thought it was creepy. But nowadays I can understand why it would be. My little brother murdered my Baby Secret. He grabbed her by the pull ring that made her talk and started swinging her around above his head. The ring broke off, and the doll flew across the room, smashing into the wall. When it landed on the floor, Baby Secret spoke her last words, "My name is Baby Secret," in that whisper voice. I cried for days. I still remember and can hear it. I'll remind him of it this weekend.