Twin Trouble

I hated her... always trying to imitate me. She was always jealous of me. I couldn't believe we were once friends. I couldn't stand looking at her anymore. She would always tell me I'm fat, always find my defects. One day I couldn't take more, and I punched her.

There go seven years of bad luck. Starting by getting grounded by mum for punching the mirror.

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