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February 11, 2008
My sister and I sit side by side in college calculus class. We resemble each other enough to pass as cousins, not sisters, and our differences are so distinct that you’d have to be a fool to mistake one of us for the other. Long gone are the days when we insisted on wearing matching ensembles that we thought made us look like 2/3 of a mutant brunette Brady girl clan.

So why can’t our teacher figure it out? Why, when handing back tests, does he hover before us with an enormous question mark over his head, asking, “Jodi? Andrea?”