They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die. — P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die. — P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die. — P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die. — P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die. — P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
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They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die.

— P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
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