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My wife and I, along with our five-year-old son and our new baby, shared a single bedroom and loft in San Francisco, near the beach. The bedroom opened directly to the living room, and had no door. One night, some time around 1995, I came home from work, walked through the living room towards the kitchen where my wife was cooking dinner. Our older son was in the backyard and the baby was asleep. As I passed the bedroom, I noticed a new addition to my wife’s collect­ion of stuffed animals. A large, (at least three foot tall) Raggedy Ann doll sitting on the bed, facing the bedroom entrance.