“I want you to know she’s gone,” I said to Verena. “The thin woman inside me, the perfect woman, my shadow self.” “Alicia?” “No, I’m reclaiming her. That perfect woman, that smaller self, was only ever an idea. She didn’t really exist, so she doesn’t need a name.” Alicia is me, Alicia is me. Verena blew me
Alicia is me.
