never supposed to work, but we can change that

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"I don't see what the problem is! Every time I leave you just- you get all like this."
It's you, dear. Don't you hear yourself?
Every time you leave me I get all like this.
But, no, you couldn't handle hearing that, so I just smile and tilt my head.
"I don't suppose you mean the hair?"
Oh. Yeah.
When you left, I didn't know what to do with myself. Everything felt like a hollow void that had pulled me in, almost like it was edging me. Never letting me fully finish myself off. So, to feel something again, I chopped off every piece of my hair.
And not just on my head. My arms. My legs. Even down there.
There is no hair on my body.
"Of course I mean the fucking hair, Richard! You're a nutcase."
I always liked when he called me that. Richard. No ones ever called me that before, since it isn't at all right. You see, I added the y for a reason. I didn't want to be a normal man. I did want to be a man though. Such a predicament is life.