Lily was just like her mother, Marla – everyone said they could be sisters. Yet, she possessed wicked, subtle ways which no one would blame on Marla. They would fault Lily’s absent father. Marla carried a heart-breaking grudge to the lab for years. She prays a clone has no karma of her own.
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