Princess
I love my hands. And my feet. I use them to walk, and pick stuff up.
I keep myself to myself, sweetums. I know it'll make it hard for our relationship to work, but you're just going to have to get past it.
Maybe I never had another name. Or maybe I know it and I'm not telling. Or maybe I've forgotten, at this point. You know, the little details. They slip right by me.