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March 11, 2007

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It was empty. I crawled to the telephone on the night table by the bed.real doll video. There was no dial tone. The cord hung freely. Tears stung my eyes.real doll museum. I was afraid to open the door. I glanced toward the bathroom. That room, too, frightened me. I did not know what might be within it

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I touched again the mark on my thigh. I looked again at the red mark drawn in lipstick on the surface of the mirror. I beheld myself. I knew almost nothing of these things, but there was no mistaking the lovely, deep, incised mark on my thigh. Everything went black, and I collapsed to the rug before the mirror. I fainted. I had been branded. 2 THE COLLAR (pg 7) I do not know how long I lay on the thick rug before the mirror. It was perhaps better than an hour, judging from the position of the sun coming through the curtains

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