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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.