When Greg met Greg

The air was warm and smelled sweetly of flowers, a rare treat so early in spring. Maggie looked around the yard. Would have been a fine day, except for that whole thing with Greg. She couldn’t get it out of her head.

The most painful part is that Maggie and Greg used to be best of friends. A friendship more fragile than either had realized. The moment Greg accidentally burnt down Maggie’s premium beauty parlor and dog obedience school a terrible series of events had been set in motion.

The city simply wasn’t ready for homeless supermodel labradoodles loose on the streets.

But by god he wouldn’t let that stop him. He turned on the machine and hesitated for a moment. Then he pressed the button.

It was as if he were transported in to a black hole. Everything was silent. And then it happened... sparks flew, flashes of light were ignited, the ground rumbled, but it all suddenly stopped. "Hey," said a voice. He turned around. It was as if he were looking in a mirror.

His twin seemed relieved to find him. “I’m your twin!” he exclaimed. “They cloned you in your sleep as a baby and here I am. I’m you!” The two stared at one another. It seemed impossible and yet it made perfect sense. The signs were there all along. Life had new meaning.