I snuck back in after I had a cigarette and was careful not to wake my husband on the couch, and grabbed this woman’s purse from the side of the sofa as quickly and quietly as I could. I did a 180 and snuck back out to the bedroom, where I dumped the purse out onto the bed; and I found her ID and it read Doreen Gray and 53.
The room started to spin from the realization that I am Doreen now and have a husband and have a tobacco addiction. Not only all that but I am white trash in a double-wide trailer home. I also have no job but a stay at home wife. Do I try to find a way out of this body or live this life in acceptance?
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