They had nothing to say to each other. Everything that could have been said, and a few things that shouldn’t have been, had been. “I’m not changing, you change,” each one had shrieked in outrage upon emerging from her respective bedroom to find her flatmate attired in nearly identical accoutrements. “I can’t be seen on a double date with the hottest guy on campus looking like your twin!” The argument had raged for hours, and had finally spent itself only when the chiming of the hall clock intruded to remind them that the doorbell had not rung at the agreed upon time. Meanwhile, across campus, two of the university’s hunkiest frat brothers, wearing ensembles that could be differentiated only by the color of their socks, had nothing to say to each other…
Things I See and Know 