“My baseball team is called the I Ams. Just me and my clones on the roster. We’re devastating. Well, at least I am.
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“I am what I am, and I don’t need to prove it—least of all to myself. And I’ll be damned if I ever answer to my clone. Who is he to question me?”

“The question is not where am I, but who am I? Where I am: Inside the body of my clone.”

“I am my own clone. I’m not who I was yesterday, but then again I am.”

“It must be awful to be on a team with a superstar, someone much better than everyone else. At least that’s how my teammates must feel about me. But who cares? They’re just my clones.”

“If somebody kills me, at least I won’t be accused of murder. Well, assuming all my clones have alibis.”

“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?”