i collect their dead hairs and push them into pillows that i sew and manufacture and then sell.
lace and filigree. satin and velvets.
a selection of cushions and pillows for my customers to lay their heads and elbows and sore spines against.
a feeble industry.
in all the years that i have been selling my artifacts not once has a glimer of suspicion been cast my way.
it is only a matter of time i know but the fun is in the game isn't it?
but not yet.