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| Nicole, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Ni-Co-Luh: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Ni. Co. Luh. |
| She was Nic, plain Nic in the morning, standing five feet ten in one sock. She was Nico in slacks. She was Nikki at school. She was Kidman on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Nicole. |
| Apologies to Vladimir Nabokov. No apologies to Tom Cruise. |
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