I'm happy. Being me. Never have wanted to be someone else. Because then I
wouldn't be me. I'm unique. One of a kind. Come to think of it. That's
what makes me happy. There's nobody exactly like me. I take pride in
that. Makes no sense having two of me in this world. We'd probably
become rivals. I might want to get rid of my clone. Because he could
anticipate what I'm up to. My next move. We might begin to manipulate
and spy on each other. To see if one or the other is truly the real Broede. Of course, there's no doubt. I'm the superior and real me. The
other guy is a pretender. Gives me a good and happy feeling. Knowing I'm no fake. --Jim Broede
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