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You're not taping again, are you?
Willie Talk, guess what! Here's a poem by my brother, Jim Smith. Shall we read it now?
They're quite a pair, those two, they are. They're something, that's the truth!
They've been friends for thirty years, met first back in their youth.
Willie was a present. Chris adopted him right off. Going straight into his heart, where
Chris Smith was most soft. At first, the doll was merely that, at least
his family thought. But, Chris saw Willie differently, not as
a gift Mom bought. They became like brothers, spending countless
hours at play. And, Willie never seemed to mind. Chris always
got his way! They watched movies, TV shows, shared thoughts,
and plotted schemes. They'd talk into the night, at work on planning
out their dreams. Chris was always writing scripts, soap operas
were his thing. One day, they'd live on easy street from what
his wealth would bring! They'd call upon the Caudills, neighbors of
the Smiths, next door. When Chris Smith came to visit, no one knew
what lay in store. So, when he showed with Willie Talk, it wasn't
such a deal. The Caudills had no kids at home, a void those
two would fill. Chris was always special; yes, he was a bit
unique. Willie Talk supplied the solace Chris would
often seek. Dolls can be like family; they love without
a catch. Chris and Willie, clearly, had become the
perfect match! Many years have come and gone. Chris calls
his home L.A. Willie Talk is right there with him, living
large, each day! Chris is going to hit it BIG, with fans and
grand reviews. Along with Willie Talk, his confidant, best
friend and muse! The end.
I'm like Cindy Brady. The minute the red light for the camera came on, she was like...