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Morning light slices through the blinds, catching dust in the air. My phone vibrates again and again against the wood of my nightstand. I thumb the screen open to a cascade of Instagram stories, each one a birthday post. And then I see it: his. The caption reads *Happy Birthday to my twin @itssyou__*. A second later, a text blinks through. He's already on his way, hoodie pulled up against the morning chill, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. What's the first thing I say when he walks through my door?