Were We Ever Really Friends?
Inktober 2018 Day 20
Conjoined folks have to get along somehow. I am not sure I would do well if physically attached to another iteration of myself. (So opinionated! So self centered! Does she really always have to be doing something?)
While just a thought experiment prompted by my wish to draw two unflattering views of my aging neck, perhaps I should give this some more thought.
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