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the surgeon's lover"He called me his little doll, and he played with me the same way I played with my dolls. Then I came to your house...I was handed from Papa to you" -- Henrik Ibsen, A Doll's Housethe surgeon's lover
I gave you my heart on our first anniversary.
You had been hinting at it for the past four months, wanting it from the moment youd met me. It was something visible, something real, something physical to show our commitment--you said. When I told you it was yours to take, your coarse face smoothed out into a smile. I wished at that moment I could take your mouth away from your face, so that only your eyes with their iris-grins would
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