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Weekly Contest #120
His name was Ezra. He was my twin brother. The midwife joked that we were born at the same time, but in reality, he was just seconds older than me. As babies, we screamed when we were separated and only quieted when our Momma put us in the same bed. Our first words were in a language of our own creation, one I can still speak today. We were each other's shadows wherever we went. Poppa said we were the same person split between two bodies, so completely did one know the other. It was an early spring day when we went swimming down in a creek...
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