When I open the front door, Theo and Carter barrel into the house, their shoulders laden with enormous matching duffel bags. “Dude, this house is insane,” Theo says as he looks around the entryway. He spins in place and his bag knocks into a lamp sitting on a hall table. I reach out and steady it before it crashes to the floor, and Carter meets my gaze over Theo’s shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Sorry,” Carter mutters. “He doesn’t get out much.” Theo’s hair is cut shorter than Carter’s, which makes it easy to tell them apart. But even if the hair didn’t give him away, Theo is much louder and
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