Synopsis
I've always liked my senior. He doesn't like me back. He's the kind of person who exists like something in the sky — too far up, completely out of reach. I never got close. For years I just watched from somewhere dim and out of the way, feeding off those small, ugly, embarrassing fantasies I never told anyone about. There's a doll maker in a village deep in the mountains. He said to me, "I can make you whatever you want." I handed him a photo of my senior. What I got back was a life-sized doll — maybe eighty…
