I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
Ken’s face was plastered across every surface available, like a shrine to him.
Photos of him coming and going from various places, smiling, terse looking, with friends or colleagues, but most often alone.
There were a few of him with Barbie, but not many from the recent weeks.
Sindy sat, looking at them, trying to glean something from the images in front of her.
Nothing to report.
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