Today, someone knocked on my door. I asked, ‘Who is there?’ and I heard my own voice. I was shocked because I was here, so who was knocking on my door? I took a pan and went to the door. I looked, and it was another me. I asked her how I could be here and there. The other me said that she was ‘me from yesterday.’ I looked around and took her inside. She said she was here to talk about yesterday. I sat and listened to her. She was angry because I had hit my nose. Then she continued to talk; she said she was proud of me because I had an argument with my bad friend and I won.
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