Dolores on the dotted line

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."

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(black velvet collard dress, cream boating hat, heart lollipop, black bow knee socks, patent white mary janes, tarot cards, cream silk lingerie set)

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