I pushed open the door and surveyed the room filled with piles of furniture. Holding my grande Starbucks cup, I inhaled deeply. The only smell better than "antique store" was "book store." Looking down at the book bag on my arm with several new finds in it, I smiled to myself. Today has been a good Saturday.

As I began to wander among the treasures, my eye caught on a ornate writing desk. The l...

It's 10am. She's been there for about two hours now. I'm starting to get offended no one has noticed she's not me, to be quite honest. Sure, we have the same genetic makeup. But no one was tipped off when she only had half a cup of coffee? I drink three cups minimum, people.

I walk through the front door and Susan greets me. She seems to be unbothered by the fact that my alter ego already walked...