My life in The Works...
There's only "1 or fewer" of me! :)
I finally met the other girl with my name in Portland. When I first moved here I'd hand over my debit card at Powell's or wherever and the person on the other side of the counter would peer at me and ask whether I'd gone to Beaverton High School. Turns out my doppelganger and I are the same age. And then it turned out she used to work with an acquaintance of mine, and finally we met at that woman's birthday party. It was weird. We didn't look that much alike, but just enough that I could understand why people had to double-check whether I could possibly be her if they hadn't seen her in ten years.But what's really crazy is the story I heard on the radio about a 10-year-old girl in London who let go a red balloon with her name and address on it... it landed 140 miles away in the yard of another 10-year-old girl with the same exact name. They met and turned out to have all this other stuff in common, and are now good friends.
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