Assuming my aunts and uncles continued the family tradition, it would be mathematically sound to reason that by now the Polish-Ukrainian ghetto of Winnipeg's North End is peopled entirely by my doppelgangers.* What a Utopia that must be!
One day, in the not-too-distant future, a blood-dimmed tide of Grahams will wash over the land, bringing peace and unity to all the nations of the world terrible, homogeneous unity. And when, at last, all hope has been crushed beneath their size 11 jackboots, when every stranger is a mirror, when the world truly speaks with one voice, then and only then will the blank, blue-eyed gaze of Humanity turn upwards to gaze hungrily on distant stars.
*Distinguishable from me only by their lack of Scot-Irish ancestry. And money.
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