so i offer myself up. You always liked the hollow of my neck, remember? You claimed it as yours when i was how old? Fifteen, sixteen? It was your place. You kissed it there. Do you still have all of the hair ribbons you stole from my plaits, by the way?Do you remember undoing my long, braided hair? It was you, David, thumbing your nose at the family always. Your way of telling them that we had been together, sending me back to the big house with my long hair waving down my back, with no explanation as to how it got that way or where my ribbons had gone.
What did you do with all of those ribbons? Do you still have them?
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