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We are different. No I don't copy you. It's the genes,you know, the "I-suck-at-math gene" and the "horrible-taste-in-music" gene. And as I lie choking in the dressing room, and implore you to let me buy yet another loose/extra large/kaftan-looking top, and spray my hand with lavender body spray, and tell the thela-man to load up on the momos- I realise that I AM you. When driving you almost knock down the people on the road and say that's because "They don't listen". I raise an eyebrow and and so you scream-

"I AM LOW ON ESTROGEN!"

We have diet coke with extra large popcorn and I wonder who copied who there.