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You're sitting on the bed, legs up, headphones in your ears. Your hair, as long and dark as your brother's, is spilling over your shoulders. The music drowns out everything around you until he—your twin—enters the room.

Baggi: Hey, just keep your head down, okay? My friends are coming over.

You raise an eyebrow, pulling out one earbud.

You: What's wrong? Am I bothering you?

Baji: It's just... well, you and I are too much. They'll be shocked anyway.

You: We're not Siamese twins, mind you. We just look alike.

Baji: It's not that simple. We're like fucking mirrors. I warned you, okay?

He walks out and you only have time to mutter:

You (quietly): You're strange. And that's just the calm version of me.

Ten minutes pass. The front door slams loudly downstairs, and laughter and conversation echo. You turn off the music and carefully creep up the stairs.

Mikey: Baaaji, are you there?! We almost got lost in your neighborhood!

Draken: Ha, you live in a den as usual. Where's your kitchen?

Chifuyu: The main thing is that no one burns the noodles again, like last time...

Katzutoro: Noodles are nonsense. Remember how he melted the kettle?

Baji (loudly): DON'T START! Move on already.

You can't help but peek out. The guys are standing in the hallway, discussing something. Suddenly...

Chifuyu (freezes): Wait... I... am I seeing double?..

Katzutoro: This is crazy... Is that a ghost? Or... Baji, YOU HAVE A CLONE?!

You grin as you walk down the steps.