As we stride down the road to keep up with Delores, racing ahead, her hair flowing back in the bitter breeze, our heels click incessantly on the cobbled streets and we call for her to slow down. The twins race ahead, both clad in leather mini-skirts and tight-fitted camisoles, giggling and skipping along the road. I feel a pang of envy pull at my heart, jealous of their carefree attitudes.
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