I smile and shake my head, closing my eyes and imagining three or so more of me. When I open my eyes, one stands before her and the other two on either side. I rise and wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing her ear.
"How about that then?" I whisper, my head pounding with the headache it took to get all three.
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I chuckle and elbow her back, watching to see what she'll do.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus. — Enid Bagnold