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Luda, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lee-Lu-da: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lee. Lu. Da. She was Lu, plain Lu, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Luda in slacks. She was Luda at school. She was 이루다 on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lewda.