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Chapter III - in which another piece of Adele's (non) existence is revealed

It's not very healthy to share so much with my double, but's inevitable. For starts, we share the same head. Meaning that I live in her head. Meaning that I don't really exist. If you want to continue fooling yourself about my having a real and concrete existence, that's up to you. I've warned you. My double's fine. I care about her a great deal. Of course I have to. If something should happen to her, if she gets hurt or if she's sick, then I'd probably experiment some rebound effects too. That has to be that way. I live in her head. But she is the one who has a whole body attached to it. Me, I'm just her imagination.

Facts about me. My favorite color is blue. I love Great Expectations. The book and the movie. They are lovely in different ways. Ethan Hawk is really hot. Shoes size 6 and a half. T-shirts size S. I'm not gonna talk about bras again. I don't think my double would aprove of that.

Chapter II - in which Adele tells a little bit more about what's been said (and then erased from the internet) about her

A name doesn't say much about a person. It's often chosen by one's parents either because they really like it and it means something or simply because they've run out of ideas. But I got to choose my name and I happen to like it. It's funny. I'm just born and I'm already in my mid-twenties. My double likes my name too. In fact, it was her suggestion. She says this name sounds like a poet's name and that's something she'd really like to be.

ADÈLE f
Usage: French
Pronounced: a-DEL
French form of ADELA

ADELA f
Usage: English
Pronounced: a-DEL-a
Originally a short form of names beginning with the Germanic element adal meaning "noble". Saint Adela was a 7th-century Frankish princess who founded a monastery at Pfazel in France. This name was also borne by a daughter of William the Conqueror.
Behind the name

Adele was all alone when she founded a convent. She had no one. But I do have someone. Noelle, my dog. It's just a coincidence that "Noelle" means "born in Christmas" and that Adele's feast day is on Christma's eve. She sits at my feet and make them warm when it's cold. I'd like her to have sweaters I'd knit. But I don't know how to knit. I've tried once, a long time ago. I knitted my father a scarf. He never wore it and I was forever disappointed. Noelle has the cutest small wet nose ever. Say "hi", Noelle. She's now looking at me curiously.

Chapter I - Reloaded verson: in which Adele tries to remember everything that's been said about her

It's weird. To be back and have all reports on my life deleted already. I mean. Of course we could revover everything, but then we'd have to pay 35 dollars. We don't want to spend that much money. My memoires are not worth that much.
Ok. New Chapter One. Let's see if I can remember anything. Of course this chapter wouldn't be the same as the old one. I'll try.
Hi. My name's Adele. I live in New York. I'm in my mid-twenties. I'm not a real person, I'm someone's double. She felt like having one and hey!, here I am. We share the same head and yadda, yadda.
No, this isn't good. I don't really remember much about what I've written before. Let's see.
I don't have a driver's license. I don't have a Social Security Number, which pretty much keep everyone out of my so called life. I don't have a phone number where I can be reached at and I forgot my ZIP code a while ago. I do have an e-mail address. It's adele_jameson at yahoo dot com. Despite all that, I have a life of my own.
My double lives below the Equator. It's confusing when we're getting dressed for work. You've got to remember that when it's winter here, than my double's experiencing really high temperatures and summer storms. If I want to dress something warmer and she doesn't, she wins. She has a body. I don't. If you see me heading to a litte cozy cafe downtown wearing a pair of shorts, a white t-shirt, with my pair of red Converse shoes on and sneezing and blowing my nose every three minutes, you know who to blame. Not me.

I teach ESL at college level. I feel really important about it because I help people having tools to communicate. Nobody should be stopped from communicating and thus, from sharing. I don't know many teachers' blogs. Maybe because we're always tired from work or simply because we don't have time. But hey!, we're people and we too deserve a break. I've come across David's blog, which tells about him having moved all the way up to Alaska. Brave man.

In a nut shell, that's the data that's been lost with my former blog. Hope you still keep coming.

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