So she sat down at her sewing machine and stitched and stitched and stitched. She would make a happy creature, who would not dwell on man's cruelty, condescension or hypocrisy. She would make a creature, who saw the beauty in everything and everyone.
To breathe life into her darling, little rag doll, Lilith gave her a piece of her own, black heart, and named her Alice Tatters.
And Tatters did not dwell on man's cruelty, condescension or hypocrisy. And she did see the beauty in everything and everyone, and was blinded to their uglier sides. It was always a nasty shock to Tatters when people were not good, and kind, and caring. Always the ugliest sort of surprise when she found herself used and abused by them.
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