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What in the ever-loving-hell?
The woman in front of her was her. Her skin was clearer, and her eyes were glossy. And the hair…damn, Olivia was not happy that this other version of herself had beautiful, lustrous hair.
“Shoot,” the voice in her head shouted. And again, Olivia felt the breeze of a hand push her forward.
Why in the world would the voice in her head want Olivia to shoot herself? Or someone who looked exactly like her.
“I am you, and if you’d use your head, you’d see that. What happened to the Olivia who follows through?”
“What are you talking about? I see things through.”
“Sure, you do. Like your marriage. What about that? Your abuela told you not to marry that pompous prick, and you did anyway. You should have listened.”
The other version of herself stood there, ta
