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| My mate Dan once said the bedroom that JtB and I used to share was like a cloning chamber, back when we were younger and looking more alike (although I never felt we looked that similar). The two beds side by side like those scenes in movies where a mad scientist has devised a merthod of tranferring consciousness from one body to another, all our stuff that could practically belong to either of us, our tastes being so similar. |
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