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My Twin Brother

My Twin Brother It was a curious case on how the mind can play tricks on the innocent and preoccupied. I was working when my twin brother came in, stood in front of my desk, said he was thirsty and I hadn´t heard him coming in. Told him I had cold milk in the fridge and apple juice but no wine; he could also set the kettle over and brew a nice cup of tea. And into the kitchen he went. I was writing a story about Argentina, the pampas and horses, not about pompous generals, although it must be said they wore splendid uniforms. It was getting dark I had forgotten about the flying of the time, walked into the kitchen since my twin had brought me any tea; the kitchen was empty and gloomy, and I remembered I never had a twin brother.

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Date: 6/7/2013 8:01:00 AM
Hi Jan - Special bond. No wine no, schizophrenia. Love you, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 6/7/2013 9:38:00 AM
Sobriety plays tricks on me dear kathy

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