Transparency

His suit is impeccable, the physique under it attractive. His head is a skull.

โ€œYouโ€™re not dead?โ€ his date asks.

โ€œNah, just everything except my bones is transparent.โ€

She wets a napkin and uses it to remove the makeup covering her skull face. โ€œSurprise!โ€


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