Erin's my twin sister. That's what people used to think when they saw us. Mom made us the clothes from the same material, and we both had dark hair and skin and blue eyes. She's the one who would write letters on my back until I would fall asleep. I'd sneak across into her room so she could tell me stories, and she'd spell her name or the alphabet.
Happy Birthday, Erin. I hope your day was great. Love, your twin.
The only person I know who can try out for the single freshmen spot on the cheerleading sqad chosen by the entire high school student body) and win. Well, ok, Kirin probably could have also. Sigh. Happy smiley face birthday!
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