This morning in a half-awake stupor, directly caused by late night
crafting and beading, I made my way up the one billion flights of
stairs in the parking garage so I could get to the tunnel so I didn't
have to go outside on my way to class. On my journey, these spirited
little Asian twins bounced and skipped at an amazing pace right past
me, nearly knocking my lifeline of coffee out of my hand and onto my
lovely new Luella for Target khaki pencil skirt.
Initially, I was so shocked at their chipperness for such an insanely
inn appropriate hour that I barely noticed how everything about them
matched perfectly. They had matching L.L. Bean purple parkas, black
and white Nike's, black Jansport's, slicked back pony tales, Tiffany's
necklaces, white t-shirts, and grey sweatpants. I am just appalled at
their lack of individuality. It is one thing if you are 4 years old
and dress the same as your twin but these girls had to be at least 18
years old. I bet they have the same class schedule and send telepathic
notes to each other and then suddenly burst out laughing and nobody
knows why. Is it it wrong that this makes me so sick?
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