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- "I liked the flowers," I comment. I know Mirtes is happy when I compliment her. She thinks that somehow I'm getting better. Maybe I really am. Pretending better.

- "That's nice, Blair. I like it when you wear pink."

She buys me pink dresses, and pink shoes, and pink socks. Well, I realized that she has turned me into her own personal doll. I can't complain, since she keeps me in her house and feeds me. The least I can do is be grateful for all of this.

- "I know" I start moving my hands, my good old habit. I do this when I'm starting to get nervous, just like now.

- "It looks like it's going to rain today, so I decided to have the party in the living room, not in the garden. I hope you won't be upset."

Mirtes walks closer to me. Too close. I really like her, but I don't know how close I can stand someone. It's like she's entering my comfort zone, like Jean used to do.

- "Okay. I like the room."

- "And I picked out a pretty dress for you to wear. It's pink," she smiles sweetly, and I