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You sit in your set position, in your set look of emotion, your eyes buttoned and black, nervously intact, and fixed on me, watching as my hands curl and then bend, watching as they close and then open – they're assembling limbs, just as they once did for you. I still remember that night, fall-like and bleak. My hands trembled as I stuck a needle between both ends of your crooked head and right into your soft stomach, all the while laughing, bursting   with possessed joy at the misery I had made, the misery that is you – one doll, shredding at the seams, unfurling at the knots, frowning; one doll, sitting