Meet my doppelganger. I just saw him and his endless list of exclamation-pointed needs: instant cash, online psychology degree, anatomy adjustments, soul mate promising unspeakable pleasures, discounted Wall Street Journal, and colon cleanse. In the mirror I don’t see the alleged other me. His image emerges in disjointed words, thousands of them jamming my junk […]
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