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said,
“Huh?”
    “No one can tell us apart. It confuses people,
which is fun, and it throws the paparazzi off. That’s why we keep
our hairstyles this way.” He pointed to his hair. They both wore
the same trim cuts. “Not even our own mother can do it. She used to
make us wear our hair differently but when we changed to this, she
had trouble.”
    “And then you came,” Ryan continued for this
brother. “That day at the club, after we introduced ourselves, you
ran to us calling out our names, gesturing to us
correctly.”
    I assumed that he toned down the details a
lot. I doubted that I did only that when drunk. A more likely
scenario was me running after them while puking at the same time,
and when I gestured to them, my gesture was quite possibly a middle
finger.
    “How do you do that?” Riley asked.
    “Tell you apart?” I wasn’t sure. Come to think
of it, I could easily tell them apart since the very beginning. “It
just feels natural, I guess.”
    They laughed. “Unbelievable,” they said in
unison.
    “Well, on top of telling us apart,” Ryan said,
“we really like this butt of yours.” He slapped my ass
again.
    I didn’t think that I’d ever get tired of
that.
    ***
    Apparently, the twins did more than just laze
around and make smartass comments all day; they actually had to go
to work. I was in slight disbelief when they mentioned it. Then I
thought about it—they were grown men. Sitting on their butts all
day fooling around probably wasn’t very healthy, regardless of how
rich they were.
    They tried to convince me to stay at their
place, but I wasn’t going to linger around like some forsaken wife
waiting for her husband to come home. They called in another one of
their drivers to fetch me home.
    When leaving their mansion, I had to face the
paparazzi.
    They camped outside the gates like a pack of
wolves, cameras ready and flashes set to standby.
    I had a pretty lame ‘master’ plan. My first
idea was to put myself in the boot as the driver drove me through
the gates, but I wasn’t quite ready to let myself fall so low yet.
So all I did was duck beneath the car’s windows when we
crossed.
    “Ma’am, we passed,” the driver said. I poked
my head out and glanced through the rear window. The paparazzi
continued to stand at the gates, acting bored and
docile.
    I couldn’t believe my plan worked.
    The driver dropped me at Kristie’s house. She
couldn’t have been home from work this early, but she told me she
left an extra pair of keys in her potted plants that one time she
forgot her keys. I wanted to avoid the paparazzi, and I figured I
wouldn’t bump into any if I went to her house instead. Another
horde of them was probably waiting at my doorstep.
    My apartment was a pigsty compared to
Kristie’s.
    Everything in her apartment gave off a cozy
feel. She decorated her windows with pink, spotted drapes, filled
random corners with synthetic roses, and kept her cute stuffed toys
on her couch. She named her unicorn, teddy bear and piglet Ms.
Pinky, Mr. Teddy and Oinky, respectively. Who did that after
growing past the kindergarten stage anyway?
    It was too lovely for my liking. Too clean and
pretty. But then again, that’s what I loved about my friend—that
caring, beautiful, love-till-you-bleed side of her.
    I took off my heels and neatly placed them
inside the shoe cabinet, knowing that Kristie would complain if I
didn’t put my shoes away properly.
    Bored, I went to her bookshelf and chose one
of her DVDs to watch, ignoring the classic literature she had on
there. Kristie was an English Literature and Business
Administration double major. She had always wanted to become a
playwright, but life’s circumstances brought her into sales. She
told me she didn’t think she’d use her business degree at all but
took it to have a safe alternative. Unfortunately, she ended up
having to use it after finding out the only job opening related to
her English Literature degree was an English