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
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind