When Your Doppelgänger Dies
6 min readApr 1, 2023
I met Aaron in the third grade. We were playing dodge ball at school when I noticed a frail, mousy kid cowering behind Jenny Lichtman. He looked just like me. He had my dirty brown hair, big Jewish schnoz and ever-present squint as if life was too much too handle with open eyes.
I felt an immediate revulsion. I lifted the red rubber ball and hurled it toward him striking him in the face. He yelped like a wounded…