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Stella pulled a doll off the shelf. It was eleven-and-a-half inches tall and came with three outfits and a removable pair of wings. "How about we get this for her?""Stell, no. That's for kids who are three and older! We're adopting a newborn.""But she's so fashionable!""And will that fashion be in style in three years, when we can actually give this to our daughter and we won't have to worry about her choking?""Maybe she'll learn faster? She's our daughter.""Stella, if you want the doll, get it for yourself and keep it away from our baby."