I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other stayed here.

All of us take pride and pleasure in the fact that we are unique, but I'm afraid that when all is said and done the police are right: it all comes down to fingerprints.

"And I keep musing on where had I gone wrong because I loved you in every part of what I lost in you".

I have a gajillion headbands - yellows, pinks, reds, blues. I&#39;m obsessed.

Written By Monique Coleman

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