>>75773339Neurita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Neu-ree-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Neu. Ree. Ta. She was nur, plain nur, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Neuro-sama in slacks. She was Neuro-wan at school. She was Samantha on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Neurita.
