Hey y'all, I'm Donna, and I'm Carrie, and we are Paranormal Chicks.

Oh, okay, got a little pizzazz in her today.

So this is your signings 186.

Woo-hoo!

Alright, let's jump on in.

This one is called My Love.

Da-da-da-da-dot, mostly.

Hi ladies, I'm proud to say I was finally able to become a patron this past month, and

I'm really enjoying probably not the right word, your milk carton episodes.

I'm hoping to up my membership in a year or so, but it depends on if slash win my

son graduates from college.

But the kid hates school, so let's be honest, there will probably be two more years.

I mean, I feel that.

I feel that too.

And that's why I'm sitting on a very nice mansion in student loan debt.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you the story about some creepy dolls.

My mother started me a collection of porcelain dolls when I was a kid.

I would get one for every Christmas since I was 10.

We were pretty poor, so they were not expensive by any means.

And I, not being a particularly girly girl, did not really like them, but my mom did,

and she was excited about them, so I tried to pacify her.

Eventually, I did like my small collection, and grew to enjoy them.

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