This week I had a chance to meet my doppelganger at a reading (his reading, not my reading.) I said, “I just want you to know that every time I go into a book store, people think I’m you.” He agreed that we look very much alike — even though he is actually a few inches taller and has a different color of hair. I agreed to be very polite and careful to everyone from now on so people don’t blame him for my misdeeds. Also, I apologized for leaving his book at home, meaning that he couldn’t sign it for me. “No problem,” he said. “I’ll just sign one of yours.”
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