David Levithan
Fiction L579ev
Every day I am someone else. I am myself--I know I am myself--but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.
Every morning, A wakes up in a different person’s body, a different
person’s life. There’s never any warning about where it will be or who
it will be. A has made peace with that, even established guidelines by
which to live: Never get too attached. Avoid being noticed. Do not
interfere.
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