"and you thought corsets had boning?" schiaparelli pins the dress to carrie. to her shoulders, her arms, her torso, her waist. endless needles. steel through skin. carrie gasps. black hides blood. blood soaks her. trapunto bones absorb it. the bones are stuffed with batting. sciaparelli licks blood from her own fingers. "blood,' she says, 'tastes like pins!" mccormack 64
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