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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘥, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯
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AS CHARLOTTE HANGS UP FROM her call with Scott, Allison ushers the girls into her car to keep them out of the pelting rain that has now begun. Once they're dry, they sit in silence as they get to work with their phones. "I got mine," Allison says from the back seat. She leans forward to move closer to the twins. "Have you found yours?"
Lydia sighs and pulls up an image on her phone. "Yeah."
"Are we really sure?" Charlotte questions hesitantly. "Like, one-hundred percent sure that's what we heard?" Allison holds her phone out next to Lydia's, allowing the two images to be compared against each other. Charlotte groans. "Oh, fuck me," she mutters. "Maybe it's just a coincidence that they sort of look alike?" Her eyes narrow. "Hold on, where did you get that photo of him?"
Allison grins. "His Instagram." Her girlfriend snickers.
