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Before Grandma passed away, she warned me again and again: never, ever draw eyes on that paper man without a face in the paper crafts shop. But in a moment of desperation, I broke her rule. That night, the paper man disappeared. Suddenly, a pair of cold, lifeless hands gripped my waist from behind. "Honey, now that you've given me eyes, you've chosen me as your husband."