“Really look at them all.”
She looked again, at mothers and daughters arm in arm, milling around the narrow city lanes where the old buildings leant against each other as if exhausted.
“Don’t you think they’re all a bit too alike?”
She rolled her eyes. “Genetics.”
Just then, a mother and daughter walked past her and she saw it. They each tucked a hair behind their ear and smiled at her, revealing the same chipped front tooth.
Her friend grabbed her arm.
“You saw it didn’t you?”
She nodded. Two lifetimes of the same person. Existing at the same time.
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