It was like having a twin, when she looked at it it was like looking into an endless wall of mirrors, one leading into another and another until infinity was wasted. The other girl has short curt Blonde hair just like Maxine, she has the same blots of pink in her pale porcelain cheeks, and the same habit of letting a bit of her unkempt yarn poking out in front of her eyes.

They soon learned they have the exact same first, middle and last name, which was a little unsettling at first. Maxine had always worried what it would be like to have a twin, but she had found something else, a double, an exact copy of herself. But was this second maxine, the copy, the second of the kind, or was Maxine herself, the copy, the certified copy? 

'Are we really the same person? I mean how could this be, We look the same, our voices sound almost the same, and I mean we have the same smallest little habits. But it's not really possible, that the same person can exist twice?' She managed to spit out her thoughts into the form of words and half formed questions. Maxine II looked slightly uncomfortable but her face then twisted with the same doubts. 

'There can be no other explanation for this, we are clones, not some results of science. We are two formed human beings, adults, but we are the same person. We have the same features, the same swear words, the same indiosyncracies, the same twisted expression. This is fate.' This was weird she thought, it was some sort of movie script splurted out into the confines of reality, it was worse than that, it was awkward. Meeting yourself was awkard she thought.