Can’t Win Me Back

Julien squinted. Looking at the man's face, he didn't seem like he was lying. He didn't look like he was insulting him, either. Thus, Julien decided to let his guard down.

Since he was a naturally curious person, he couldn't help but probe, "Do I really look like your friend?"

"Very much so, especially your eyes. They're mesmerizing, like a fox's. My friend also had a similar, unforgettable gaze."

The man nodded confidently. His gaze was still fixed on Julien, as he could not take his eyes off of him. "But at a closer look, you only look like him in appearance. Other than that, your expressions and mannerisms aren't alike.”

"Sorry... for thinking that you were someone else. I'm really sorry."

"That's alright."

Julien shrugged nonchalantly. "You can tell your friend about this when you get back. After all, it's quite a miraculous thing to know that there is a doppelgänger living in another part of the world."

The man shook his head dejectedly. "I wish I could, but it's not possible anymore.

"He passed away many years ago."

startled. "I'm

"It's okay."

man asked, "It's not everyday that we get to meet our fellow countrymen at

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person is

glimmer in that man's eyes dimmed as he recalled the elegant face

words uttered by that man he had met by chance.

first instance, he was able

some reason, his curiosity was piqued. He wondered how much alike he and Blake looked that a man mistook him

straight and tall in a wool coat that matched his. His broad shoulders were already covered

"Jonah!"

and bolted over. Like a swallow

into a warm embrace. He chuckled softly, "Did

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