“I made myself an “I Love Jennifer” jacket out of my old “I Love Jenn” jacket. Two girls, one continuous love. The I Love Jennifer is a little off-center, but then so am I. Better than being self-centered, as my clone would probably say.”

“Out of all the guys she could love, I am two of them. But she chose my clone over me and that hurts. And it feels good.”

“We were in love. When I say we, I don’t mean her and I. I mean me and my clone were in love with her. But she didn’t even know I existed, just as I didn’t know my clone existed. I still don’t know he exists.”

“If I meant to miss, and I made it, then I missed my miss. So I missed and I made it, rather than making it and missing it. That’s almost as frustrating as being in love!”

“My clones better not wear invisible cloaks. How am I supposed to find myself as a person if I can’t even find my clones?”

“I am an orange construction cone, and I say to you, “Caution.” This is my advice for love—and for driving while blindfolded, which is safer than love.”

“My clone will have my mind, but I don’t mind. Two heads are better than one—especially when those two are one and the same.”