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THE OTHER ONE

THE OTHER ONE

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It was like she wasn't the pick of the litter. She definitely wasn't nothing like her biologically other half. She had a different walk, talk and attitude that no one seemed to understand. Only person that could get to a even playing field with her left in the middle of the night when she was ten. Now seventeen, the person least likely to even look her way understood her most. Maybe even better. With her being an fraternal twin it was almost amazing how they didn't even like to be in the same room. They didn't even look the same but yet everyone compared them as one person. The other one was the one that received all the hell from the person that is supposed to nourish and love her to the end. One was planned but the other one was more than a surprise. More like a burden.
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