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We always had the same things, the same colour and design. No matter what it was, it was the same.
If I had a bracelet made of the fallen bits of diamonds or jewels long forgotten, she would have the same. If my hair had been brushed and braided with shells and flowers, she would have hers done just the same as well. No matter what we'd have the same, sometimes it felt like I was staring at some glass when I looked at her, like a mirror looking back at myself.
At first our people found it odd, almost amusing, soon the whispers started. None unkind just irritating. Now years later it was normal to everyone. People still got confused looking at us, well some people did.
My family or the ones who know us well could tell us apart, even though we are practically mirror images, there was nothing that she had that I didn't nor did I have anything she would desire since she already had it.
Sometimes just sometimes I wished to have something she didn't, I did I suppose but that was gone now all thanks to her, she needed and wanted everything. Even if it wasn't hers to begin with.
if only there was a way for me to ride myself of her, if only for a few days