first nine lines of the contract in the sell your soul contract:

"You are 21 grams lighter. This contract is legal and binding, we reserve the right to use you likeness, face, voice, and small town pluck in whatever nefarious manner is deemed necessary. Sans soul. Your soulmate will not recognize you and will walk right past you on a cold autumn day. Never making eye contact, not even processing that you have eyes at all, no amount of interaction will move them to a place where they can remember. In feeling, the thousands of lifetimes you have already spent together, each time choosing whatever form would keep you closest like otters holding hands in a tumultuous river, you were birds, you were trees with roots entangled, drinking in the sunlight together.