When I was six, my mom bought me a new doll. It had batteries in it, so it basicly could talk. That was absolutely fun. I fed her when I heard her crying and stuff. Ah, good times.
A couple years later I was done with the doll. The batteries died, so I threw it in the trash. I've had never seen the doll again.
Until that day. It was a weird day. I came home from school (as normally), and I tried to change my chlotes. I opened the closet, and there it sat. The doll. Looking at me, giving no single sign. Weird. I thought I threw it away. Well, then. I picked it up, and threw it away again.
A couple days later I found the doll again in my closet. It was weird, though. But weird things started to happen. It started to talk. What started to be creepy. It cried, as normally. It laughed, as normally. It asked me: 'Get me out of the closet!' It was confusing for a couple seconds, but then I got it! I took him out of the closet. That's why he is in the closet. He has to come out!
HE IS GAY!