#0008. There he is. In mirrors. In glass. In oily puddles. There he is. Look at that grin. Do you remember when He Grins Bloody would envelope you. They stole him from me, you know. I had him first. But then they ruined him. And I wept. And He Grins Bloody tore me limb from limb. My new friend will not leave me in such a sorry state. I see him and he stays with me. There he is.
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