The Other I
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Last published Fri, Nov 27, 2015
Meet my conscience, Bob. Let's just say he isn't the most serious or responsible person on this planet. Psst! Don't tell him I said this, but I doubt he even knows what those two words mean. Do you ever have encounters in your head with this annoying voice that keeps taunting you or sometimes makes you look mean and completely unlike what you want to portray? I'd know what you mean if you answer yes, because you can blindly trust me when I say Bob is an asshole but sometimes I wish I was Bob. Let's all have a cup of coffee together while you get to know this incredibly witty, little ball of sun....shine.
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