June 2012
1 post
Doppleganger
I had seen a guy who looked just like Brad (let’s just call him Brad).
I was enjoying a plate of whole wheat tuscan pasta at Noodles & Co, and I looked up out the window.
There “he” was. He was in a white car on the side of the curb, talking to two friends. A girl was sitting in the driver’s seat. His curly dark hair caught my attention. His frameless glasses were...
