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first story. Much love guys. Now today's first story comes from OK Classic 9467 from the Am I the Asshole subreddit.

And it's titled, Am I the Asshole for throwing out my girlfriend's dolls.

My 24 male girlfriend 23 female and I've been together long distance for three years.

We just moved in together, I moved across the country for her after finishing college.

I always knew my girlfriend like creepy shit, like haunted houses and scary movies,

but I didn't realize she liked to collect creepy shit.

I'd seen her apartment over video calls,

but there was one thing she had neglected to show me. A fucking shelf of creepy-ass dolls.

When I was walking through the apartment for the first time, I noticed in the corner of the living

room, and holy shit. I asked her, and she said that she likes thrifting for old and abandoned dolls, cleaning them,

getting them new clothes, doing their hair and throwing them on the shelf.

Then she started introducing me to them.

They all had names and there were a couple of really rough ones that she said she had since

she was a kid or were her mum's. Or some were her grandmas. The other four were thrifted. She said the one she thrifts

and gets into good enough shape she gives to disadvantaged kids at the daycare she works at.

She only keeps the ugly ones. I thought I'd be okay with it but every morning I just dreaded

looking at them.

They made me so fucking uncomfortable.

I tried buying her squish mallows, thinking that maybe she could collect something normal

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