“He doesn’t know I’m a twin. Trust me, he won’t notice.” This gives me pause. “How does he not know you’re a twin?” “I mean, it’s not like we sit and talk about you,” she quips. “Right, but don’t you tell him about yourself? Normally you love to talk, and the twin thing is kind of a fun fact.” And a huge part of who you are as a human being, I want to add, but instead, I clamp my lips shut.
