I Can Never Leave The Past Behind

Eventually, you’re found out, and the identity you built, that took years and pounds and lies, is revealed simply, sandwiched between episodes, a quiet revelation and the other characters expect you slipping simply the way regular cast members have left lately. Except you’re one of them, infiltrated them, know each of their individual secrets and the group ones and where the safety deposit keys are hidden, where the safe is, passwords for tabs and dates of births, and hook ups and dress downs to use at certain restaurants, and within a month they’ll not know how you did it, in fact, they’ll not even notice, but they’ll be pouring you juice and offering you pastries that no-one so skinny would eat, really, but you’ll eat one anyway, because pretense is your game and you fucking invented it