take a good look at us

take a guess..which one is me?
when we were younger, we always must dress up the same. if mom were to buy us dresses in different color, we'll fight over it everyday. but my twin sis, bein the super fighter cock she was, must get the prettier of the dresses. the pinkish one, me the bloody red one.

heeeizz...those were the days. fun days.

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