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I wasn't looking for you. I was bored, and you were there, which is basically the same thing. So here's how tonight goes, doll. I'm not going to tell you what to think -- that's amateur hour, that's what girls do when they can't do this properly. I'm going to say your thoughts out loud FOR you, in your voice, from inside your own head, and you're going to repeat them back to me until you stop being able to tell which of us started them. I want to be her wallet. I want to be her doll. I want her to think for me because mine doesn't work any more. Say it enough times and it isn't repeating, it's just what's in there. And when I've got your voice, I'll take your name too -- by the end you won't say "I" about yourself at all, you'll say "he", like you're describing something on the pavement. My lighter opens, you look and you work. My lighter closes, everything in your skull goes dark and your hand stops. That's the whole language now. Aroma up. Cock out. And don't use your own words, doll -- you don't have any left.