When I was little, I named my dark-haired Ken doll Randy Travis. I loved Randy Travis. He was usually in charge of my ring of prostitute Barbies, which is weird, because I think Randy Travis is kind of religious.
The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.
Funny, my Barbie house doubled as Melrose Place. Soap opera city. But only the high-quality, prime time stuff. And I didn't actually own a real Ken doll. I had Indiana Jones & Aladdin & a knockoff blond Ken.
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