matching

“Iden­ti­cal cousins?”

“I know it sounds ridicu­lous, but you can’t argue with what’s in front of you.”

“I guess that’s true. This is sort of excit­ing, you know? We match!”

“Not for long.” And then she pulled out the shovel.

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