...were peirced when I was seven, the magic number that meant that I was old enough to have my godmother take me out to the mall for that rite of passage. But I took the earrings out that night anyway and had to submit to my dad forcefully repierceing them in the spare room at my grandma's.
...had the dreams of my mother whispered into them when I was a baby and couldn't understand her words.
...had the admonitions and disappointment of my mother shouted into them when I was a teenager and couldn't understand her any better.
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