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My shadow moved without me moving. I was sitting still. My shadow was dancing. I tried to grab it. My hands went through. My shadow smiled at me. I wasn't smiling. It started going to places I wasn't. Work. My house. My bed. People talked about my shadow like it was me. My boss said: Good work today. I wasn't there. My shadow was. My girlfriend kissed my shadow goodbye. I screamed: That's not me! She couldn't hear me. She only saw my shadow. Now my shadow lives my life. And I'm invi