Like I live with my clone: with many pats on the back, accompanied by high flattery.
I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. No, I’ve been feeling like my clone.
Who inspires me to write? My clone. I just want him to appreciate me as a person.
My hero’s hero is not necessarily my hero, unless my clone’s hero is my clone’s clone.
If I had a clone, I could list myself as a character reference.
I am who I pretend to be, and right now I’m pretending to be my own clone.