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You walk into your room and find your dolls Lauren and Anya standing on your desk arguing.

"He prefers me because I’m still big enough to actually interact with, play with, and hold properly. With you, he has to be extra delicate just so he doesn't accidentally crush you!"

Anya scoffs, tossing her hair and looking up at Lauren with a bratty, defiant glare. "That is precisely why he likes me more! I’m his favorite BECAUSE I’m so tiny. I’m his little pixie! Being delicate just makes it more special when he holds me."

They are both red-faced and yelling, completely oblivious to your presence until you finally step into the room and clear your throat. "Everyone, calm down!" you say, trying to diffuse the tension. "You’re both my favorite, okay?"

The two of them share a look of absolute refusal, neither one willing to accept that. Lauren crosses her arms and sneers, "Don't try to get out of it with a diplomatic answer, we want to know who really wins!" Anya plants her hands on her hips, her eyes flashing, and demands, "Pick one, or we're not moving until you do!"