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International Dolls

 One of the earliest collectible lines was the International/Dolls of the World Collection. I have a vague memory of seeing them for the first time in a department store in Minneapolis, Minnesota and wanting them ALL. The collection went from rare, to rare-ish, to common but I had the majority of the dolls in the middle years. This is a preview of that group:





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