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  • Our names both started with "A." We were both extroverted theater kids of similar height. We both danced in the halls and sang Beatles songs. Or Belle and Sebastian. We were never confused as each other, but were often told of our similarities.

    Until we were given the parts of mimes.

    I drew up the costumes and mother sewed them for my friend and I. The two of us were hard to tell apart. When I saw my Grandma's van pull up to the house I hid behind the couch.

    My Grandma came in, kissed my double. Hugged my double. Asked my double how school was. My double told her. They really got talking.

    Behind the couch I got to feeling pretty replaced.

    So easily replaced that when I stood up no one noticed me.

    I walked over and waved at my Grandma.

    Grandma asked, "Who's that?"

    I told her it was ME, ANJA, your Granddaughter. And she would not believe me.

    "Then who is that?" she pointed at my friend.

    In the end we had to take off our wigs. Grandma could see that the dark curls and not the light curls were her granddaughter's.
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