"You began as a ghost. I watched the glowing hand of the timer spin by, and you stretched yourself across the page as it went. Your eyes grew darker, the lines on your face slowly filled in. My fingers splashed around near your elbows waiting for all of you to show up.
But they changed their mind. I let them glide through the red towards the wall switch. Almost at once your parts began to blend together. When the last bits of you dissolved back into the paper, I carefully hung the dripping sheet on the clothesline and left."
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