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It was one of the nights at the coffee-farm I read that old poem, the one about the curse, where the speaker prays to the dark gods to be an orphan out of story. Story as curse. I like that, but I don’t know what story I belong to.
I’m already an orphan. My parents are not my parents. My gene-parents are more than six hundred years dead. All who knew me the first time are dead.
But that wasn’t me they knew.
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A prayer out of deep antiquity strikes a chord. Character interview for NaNoWriMo 2016 project The Clone’s Complaint.
E. P. Beaumont 
I’m interested. I have no idea what’s going on, but whatever it is, I want to understand it.
Oooo I LOVE the first paragraph, and the final sentence is awesome! Great job!
Being a clone would come with a whole slew of problems. I suppose if you write them in you have to make up your own rules,too, like whether they retain the same memories and just add to them or they get flashbacks that confuse them or… Great snippet.