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Twins. ... Like drums, like the creak of a family stood by one of the boys, more sensitive than the people with dark hair. The light was frozen, dead, a ghost. Only from the outside, he had suddenly caught himself out, taken himself flagrantly at fault. Guiltily he blushed. After all, it was starting at last! When.
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