‘They’re twins,’ I tried one day. In the photograph were two children, a boy and a girl. ‘They bicker constantly, and their parents are at their wits’ end.’ Gabi scooted herself closer to me on the bench and settled her body against mine. This was what she had wanted, a story, even if she couldn’t understand it. ‘When they are twenty their parents will die in an accident and they will never speak to each other again. They will travel to opposite ends of the earth and live separate lives, but they will both live tormented by the same problem: The love they feel for other people will never
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