All Dolled Up
“Come on, wind me up again!” “You know there isn’t *actually* a key on your back, right?” “Um… I *sort of* know that. But I can even feel it clicking when you wind me. And it feels so *neat* to be wound up. Please, will you do it for me?” “Well… you get a bit weird when you’re wound up…” “Oh, please! I’ll be good.” I paused, grinning. “How good?” ...