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One moment they were there and we were having funNow they've disappeared, every single one.I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared
All you see is outside me: my painted smile,the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me
And we are living.
Isn't that amazing?
How we manage to beat all.
Slurping up the last of my frozen yogurt,I overhear someone say,'Being a Simese twin has got to beThe WorstThing Ever.'
I am on the bathroom floorscreeching,Tippi shaking me back into the world.