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Blog CityPrompt: You just met your Doppleganger. {Person who looks exactly like you.} What happens next? At that particular moment I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the salt water off the deck of my boat. I heard a sort of familiar voice ask rather rudly, "Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find this person called Iguana Mountain?" Of course, I only use that handle on my blog so I figured it must be someone who reads blogs. Laughing, I dumped my brush in the water pail, saying, "Where'd you hear that?" Looking up, I froze. There was this rather attractive older man, looking impatient. What shocked me is the feeling I had just looked into a mirror. This man, although much better dressed, looked just like me! Upon viewing my face, the man's jaw dropped."What..." Then we both stared, unbelieving at each other. I stood up slowly. "I'm sometimes called, Iguana Mountain." My mind raced with speculations. Is this a dream? Could this guy be a long-lost twin? Is there something my parents didn't tell me?" "You say, you are Iguana Mountain?" he asked. "Only on my blog. Did you read it there?" I noted his dress shoes, tailored slacks, the yachting symbol on his sport shirt. "Definitely not. I do not read blogs. Someone in London said I should look you up. That I'd be surprised. Well, I am." I laughed. "Not more than I am!" "You don't understand. My corporation is Iguana Mountain Inc." Coincidence? Scam? I had no idea. He didn't seem very friendly. I made the offer, hoping he'd tell me more. "Then I think we should sit down and puzzle this out." "I agree," he said with a serious face. "I can't imagine how you could exist." We have the same hair and eyes. You look to be the same size as I am. I cannot believe this." "Let me change. I'll just be a minute." I hurried to the aft entrance of my boat. "We can go over to the marina restaurant," I called before starting down the steps. I heard him say, "No, my yacht is waiting lunch!" As I pulled on a clean t-shirt, I thought, What happens when you meet your Doppe[ganger? I guess I'm going to find out. This could be very interesting. And I'm not telling...>>>iggy |