The idea of a clone who lived in a different context is interesting. I can fall into traps of wondering about what could have been - if I would be a different sort of person had I had different parents, a different home, a particular experience, or had made a different choice in something.
If the close had the same nature and nurture...it will be a big accomplishment for me the day I can say that yes, I could be friends with that clone. I haven't yet reached that day.
What's good is that I don't pity or despair of her anymore. At this point in my life, were I to meet her, I'd try to control her through and through, moralizing and ordering her around down to the details of her posture and voice. If she snapped under it and rebelled openly, I'd jump for joy, going ,"Exactly! You're getting it!" Still not in the top levels of health, but there's that light coming into view.