Since the person I know the best is myself personally, I could tell you something about this character. The guy is incredible: he is always there for me no matter if I want to be or not. If I started to think about something, he would take over at the moment when things get complicated. When I found myself in big trouble, he would be the first one to put himself in danger and help. As I am well known as a workaholic, he appreciates my work and avoids bothering me, even when it's obvious that I need a break. One can tell, the guy is the perfect version of me. Let me tell you a story about how I figured this out.
After a hard day at work, I came back home, completely drained out. I was so tired that my legs had been refusing to walk, so I crept into bed. While I was halfway to the dreamland, my sense of smell noticed a spark of a body fragrance mixed with the freshness of clean linen that I enjoyed so much. Having found a comfortable position, I’d given myself up to the relaxing emptiness that was gently filling my mind. A few moments later I've been interrupted by a strange thought. How come somebody else knows what makes me so feel good: neither I said a word nor I couldn’t explain my wishes to anyone (because I was all alone), but still, seemed like someone bent over backward to do me a pleasure. Then I realized: it has to be that I am so perfect, so I can take care of myself at the same time while I'm enjoying the things I do. Amazing, but nothing more than the naked truth: I am the best copy of myself – the perfect me.
After a hard day at work, I came back home, completely drained out. I was so tired that my legs had been refusing to walk, so I crept into bed. While I was halfway to the dreamland, my sense of smell noticed a spark of a body fragrance mixed with the freshness of clean linen that I enjoyed so much. Having found a comfortable position, I’d given myself up to the relaxing emptiness that was gently filling my mind. A few moments later I've been interrupted by a strange thought. How come somebody else knows what makes me so feel good: neither I said a word nor I couldn’t explain my wishes to anyone (because I was all alone), but still, seemed like someone bent over backward to do me a pleasure. Then I realized: it has to be that I am so perfect, so I can take care of myself at the same time while I'm enjoying the things I do. Amazing, but nothing more than the naked truth: I am the best copy of myself – the perfect me.
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