Doubles

Doubles

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In Charlotte Sharp's world, there are the originals and the doubles. The government named them as they are, and in a society where people can be born twice, it's hell bent on keeping only one. So when Charlotte comes home one night to her infant self sleeping on her front porch, her gut instinct is to run. What happens, though, when she falls in love with the one thing she will have to destroy-herself? Slowly, Charlotte begins to unravel the secrets of her second birth, and with the help of a mysterious man named Gryffin, attempts to do the one thing no human has ever succeeded to do in her realm: Live two lives.
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