Hello! My name is Muggin! Well, at least it has been since I met her. I don't remember too much of my life before her.

Retro found me one day when she was out wandering through The Darkside. She found me abandoned on a sidewalk. I was tattered and my stitching was very worn. She picked me up, tucked me in her bag, and ventured down the street. She stopped in a local shop and picked up some items to mend, and repair me. She just kept saying I will be well loved.

We reached her home, and she set up a little station of items to fix me up. She went straight to mending and repairing my worn, tattered appearance. Shortly after she washed me, I heard her quietly say 'Oh, that mischievous smile has got to stay!' She was patching up a tear on my hip when I gasped as I saw what she had done ... She had not only made me a tag, she had given me a heart shaped patch of a plaid fabric. It was kind of cute in an odd sort of way. I quickly grabbed the tag up and flipped it over and over. As I admired it, she just smiled and said 'My dear, It says ... My name is Muggin and I am well loved.'

Muggin ... Muggin ... hmmm, what kind of name is Muggin? Mine now I guess! She told me how when she was little, it was a nickname given to her by a loved one and that my beautiful blue eyes made her think of that loved one. How my mischievous smile makes her think the name fits as I can look so sweet and lovable on the outside but be stirring things up on the inside. Oh I think she knows me too well already!

Later that night, after we had eaten and gotten better acquainted, she said it was bedtime. She scooped me up and wandered down the hall. She plopped me in a bed filled with all kinds of dolls! It was AMAZING!! I looked them all over. I cuddled as many as I could, I covered them and bounced on the soft, squishy pile they formed, rolled around on them, and tried to burrow my way under them. I asked if they were meant to be mine and she said sure if that's what you'd like. After a bit of more mischief with the dolls, she snuggled me down between some of the dolls and tucked me in tight. I slept like a baby all snug in my bed filled with dolls.

Now, she surprises me often with more and more dolls. I have lots of dolls ... more then any one person should have. But I love them all, oh how I love them all.

Want to play dollies with me?

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