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You're outdoors walking through the park when you see a person who looks exactly like you. He/she approaches you looking perplexed. You are certain you're not a twin. What is the explanation for this carbon copy of you? What do you do next? Write in any genre or fashion that you wish. Be creative and outlandish if you wish.
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Regina

No Such Person

The smell of fresh grass lingered.  Rays of sunshine peeked through the trees.  There's nobody in the park except me, as always.  People are too busy going about their stuff to stop and enjoy what nature has to offer.  

I just got a full scholarship to one of the most respected universities, so I am busy.  But I always squeeze some time for the park in my tight morning schedule.  I pulled out my study guide for the test this morning when out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl with black hair, I put down my papers to take a better look at her.  She's tall and slender, she wears a white shirt and gray sweatpants.  I've definitely seen her somewhere.  I was about walk to her when she turned around and I realized why she looked so familiar.  

She's me.

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I gasped, I was wearing the same outfit!  My jaw dropped.  The other girl looked surprised for a second, but then started to walk towards me.

"I'm Anastasia," the girl nodded.  

"What?!  I'm Anastasia!" I was shocked.  I was an only child and I will always be one.  The girl shrugged.  There's something very wrong here, she's not even surprised!  That's when I noticed that she was holding a baseball bat.

"You play baseball?" I asked suspiously.  

"No," the girl had tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.  "Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, Anastasia.  I'm sorry."  Then she swinged the bat at me.  

I felt my knees go weak and my vision blurred.  Who is she?  Why is she doing this?

My eyelids droop, but I must stay conscious!  That girl's not me!  She's not anyone.  There's no such person.

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