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Who would have known that being somebody else would be so easy? No, scratch that. Correction; Who would have thought that starting over with a new identity, look and literal face would be so easy? There we go.
I mean, sure, people start over, start fresh, all the time. Famous people, changing their image, shedding their old one like snake skin, becoming a new version of themselves. But can I really compare what I'm doing to what celebrities do?
I watch the clouds drift swiftly by on an almost clear sky as I rest my chin in my cupped hand. I sigh, returning my gaze to the group standing just below the horizon, that fine, fuzzy line where the ocean and the heavens meet. They tread around in circles, avoiding knocking into each other but still staying in a relatively tight formation. I observe them for a moment longer before my senses tell me that there is someone sitting beside me, and slightly behind.
"They're quite lively, aren't they?"
I don't startle, knowing they were there before they spoke, but I am still surprised by it. I turn my head, meeting with a pair of kind eyes, wrinkled from smiling. I look more and notice freckles too, and a piercing.
"Hi. Bill. You're Alec, right?" He extends a hand. I fumble to grab it.
