Ciccio
My name is Frances. I’m sitting in the back seat of Mr. Giordano’s car, and next to me is Ciccio, my best friend.Ciccio isn’t a doll or a stuffed animal, but he’s not a real child either—and I’m the only one who can be close...
My name is Frances. I’m sitting in the back seat of Mr. Giordano’s car, and next to me is Ciccio, my best friend.Ciccio isn’t a doll or a stuffed animal, but he’s not a real child either—and I’m the only one who can be close...
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