The return of the twin Part 1

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A light pattering began to sound as rain started to fall on the summer's evening that Angelina had gone out for the first time, leaving me in charge of both children. I had strict instructions of when they each were to go to bed, when to feed hem and what had to be prepared in the house.

I had taken them for a walk and given Fred his dinner and fed Roxanne. Both were in bed by 7:30 and I was preparing to sit down and take some time to read the Profit when a sudden gust of wind swept through the house; blowing out the lamps lit. A white light flickered alive like a candle. An illuminated figure solidified. A ghostly white young man.

The lights came back on and Fred stood clear as day, laughing at his little joke!

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