Or, more likely, dropped, and rescued, and left for her ... does one say "owner," for a doll as self-possessed as this one? "Person"? ... to come and find her again. By Silver Lake reservoir, which seems to be a positive mecca for lost toys, but this one is lifelike enough to make one hunt for some kind of narrative, some kind of metaphor, here.
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