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“How about I give you whatever I don’t finish?” This perks me up considerably. “Are you planning on not finishing the salad?” “No, but I figured the offer would cheer you up.” It does. I’m starving, ravenous, and her offer to let me finish her plate? Fucking adorable. “Hey Lucy?” “Hmm?” “Know what I’m going to do?” “What?” “I’m going to date the shit out of you.”
Holy. Shit. There are two of her—two of them. Twins. I fucking knew it. I knew something was off with her.
“Well…” She pauses for dramatic affect. “There’s an urban legend among twins that if you find the person who can tell you apart, that’s like meeting your soul mate.” “Uhhh, let’s not go that far.” “I’m serious!” Her excitement is palpable. “You might be her unicorn.”
“You didn’t even bat an eye when you lied to his face. Please don’t ever do that to me.” “I was just teasing him.” I grab Dante’s thick arm, squeezing. “Which would be impossible with you since you can tell us apart.” “Lucy said I’m your unicorn.” He laughs, tossing his jacket on a chair. This gives me pause. “She did?” “Yup. I’m a motherfucking unicorn.”
