The Clementine Complex

by Bob Mortimer

To describe me as anonymous would be unfair, but to notice me other than in passing would be a rarity.

I was not being natural. I just wanted him to like me. I want everyone to like me. You have to be adaptable to pull it off, though, and it’s a lot of effort. I don’t know what my end game is, but I suppose it’s better than collecting enemies.