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... een a perfect copy of me. Not "similar." Not "inspired by." It was me my face, my posture, even the tiny expressions I made without thinking. Whoever created it didn’t guess. He studied.
For a long time.
Long enough that it could’ve started before my death.
And after I died, he must’ve lost whatever he was chasing. Lost his "muse." Then Riley appeared someone with a face close enough to reopen that obsession and he aimed it right back at me.
It wasn’t affection. < ...
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