When I was about seven, I asked my mom if I could change my name to John. She said no. I said how about Steve? Negative. It seemed there was no way I could escape the name Michelle. Or was there? It was at that tender age that I set about finding a nickname.
It's not that I think Michelle is such a particularly bad name. Not at all. I just never felt like a Michelle.
Well, here I sit some 18 years later, still a Michelle. Although I could never persuade anyone to call me by any of the clever nicknames I cooked up, I haven't given up the search for a super-cool moniker. On the contrary, I have issued a directive to all my close friends and associates to search high and low until they find one. But I have to tell you, I think they're partial to Michelle.
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