My name is Buffy Summers.
Or it is as far as most of the world is concerned. That's the name on the passport I use. It's on my driver's license. It's what they call me at whatever job I have that month. It's the name I give to guys that ask for my number (and that's usually all they get: my name, not my number).
But I wasn't born Buffy Summers. I was
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