Character: Michelle Jones

You're just a copy of twenty year old me. The same flighty, half-baked, but sharp on the tongue. Obrela hater of his own reflection. A loner in essence, because otherwise not taught. I think the dubious guy will give you love? - Well, hell. - Nothing like that. To get close to someone, falling in love is terrible. It is much easier to be one, isn't it? What a familiar picture emerges. Your genes are defective exactly like mine.