It was all wrong. The face didn’t look quite right. The proportions were somehow…off. And one of the arms seemed to be longer than the other, which didn’t make any sense. He’d been trying to arrange the parts for what seemed like hours, but still. It was all wrong somehow.
He couldn’t try much longer. His hands were sticky and slippery and the parts kept slipping through them. He had to get it right. He knew they were on his trail and would find the body soon enough.
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