Your new construct of me came over for a few drinks last night.
It removed its cheap mask, took a seat on the couch in the living room.
It was pretty familiar – just a bit less ugly and a little smarter than I’d expected, and I thank you for that – but there was also something missing, something definitely in absentia about the thing, and after a while it started to seem … well, it seemed completely hollowed out, you know?
I didn’t cut it too badly.
There should still be some blood left.