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If there was one thing that Mark regretted from last night, it was cutting all the way down his arm. It was so hard to hide. He couldn't blame it on munchkin because she's declawed, and he cant wear a long sleeved shirt in the middle of summer, so he put a fake cast on his arm. "I got hit by a cyclist" he said "his helmet went right to a weak part of my bone" He said this to everyone, James, Melissa, Harold, and even Jane. He said it so much he convinced himself of his own lie.
Earlier that morning he checked his blood color. What was once dark crimson blood now showed the light pink color of strawberry milk, and just in time for the company blood check. If they checked his blood yesterday he would be immediately jailed, his blood color enough to show for his unnamed crimes.
"All right we dont have all day, come up here to get your blood taken when I call your last name." Jane pushed her glasses up as she examined the paper, as if she had trouble finding the top of the page. "Ark" The twins walked up in unison, the necklace they were born with wrapped around both of their necks with one charm. Whoever gets those two has to take both. Mark zones out as he looks at his own necklace. Was his destiny really chosen for him at birth? Did the universe really create him with his other half somewhere in the world? And it glows so bright at work, but its dress code to keep them hidden under our shirts. "No relationships between coworkers" Jane always says. "That necklace might not come off but you better treat it like it isnt there" what a bitch. He snapped to reality as his name was called. "Crimson" He walked up to have his blood tested. The light pink liquid filled the tube effortlessly.

As he drove home from work he started thinking about who is this soulmate that the universe chose for him? Who are they? Why them? But only time will truly answer his questions.

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