Everyone always joked that we’d need color-coded bowties just to tell them apart. So we did—blue, teal, red. Three perfect little copies, right down to the dimples.
They finished each other’s sentences. Had their own language. Shared everything. It was like raising one soul in three bodies.
Üstteki Resimden Diğer Sayfaya Geçiş Yaparak Haberin Devamını Okuyabilirsiniz..