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“We can’t match every day,” Cora finally says, crossing her arms across her chest defensively.
I’m so glad she’s here. I’d never tell Grandma Audrey no, but this is really making me rethink that. It could be my breaking point.
“You’re twins,” Grandma Audrey says.
“And we’re fifteen. People will think we’re dating if we wear that,” Cora says, making a face.
Grandma Audrey shakes her head. “You two look alike. No one will think that.”
“Perhaps,” I say nervously. “We can wear things that coordinate, but maybe don’t exactly match?” It’s the nicest way I can tell her that what she’s picked looks like s**t.
Grandma Audrey looks like I threw her pet dog out of a window. I regret opening my mouth. I should have worn whatever she selected for every day for the rest of my
