From Fame To Shame
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Complete Tue, Mar 11, 20142h 9m
I can never be my sister.
She can never ever be me.
But how can I even say "No." to her when she's my bestfriend ever?
Every other way out involves more humiliation.
Running from paparazzi and having to hide in a gas station bathroom, because they think I'm Kelly Bloom, is not my idea of a good time
Impersonating someone else is fraud. There has to be another way.
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