You, Me, Her, You, Her, I
ShortStory 5,925 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"You are the unalive thing possessing her body. Her body was printed three days ago from blueprints transferred moments before the motorbike crash over the bridge. Her flesh and fat and keratin and bone are accurate to prior specifications, except for the absence of a few cosmetic scars on her arm which her family had requested not be replicated."
Quasar links out; the story lives on Strange Horizons, where the author gets the click.