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"George!" he yelled, hurtling down the stairs to the adjoining door. "George! You awake?" As usual, the door was open and Fred raced through it.
It was the morning afternoon after the 742nd reunion and Fred had just gotten The Daily Profit. The newspaper clutched in his hand, he found his twin sitting at the table. Well, sitting was a loose interpretation of what he was doing; George had his head on the table and was drooped forward off his chair, a plate of eggs left cooling beside him.
"George!" Fred shouted again, just for comedies' sake. He was feeling rough, but what he'd read was more important. "Here," he shoved the paper in front of his brother and pointed. "I can't believe it."
It was the morning afternoon after the 742nd reunion and Fred had just gotten The Daily Profit. The newspaper clutched in his hand, he found his twin sitting at the table. Well, sitting was a loose interpretation of what he was doing; George had his head on the table and was drooped forward off his chair, a plate of eggs left cooling beside him.
"George!" Fred shouted again, just for comedies' sake. He was feeling rough, but what he'd read was more important. "Here," he shoved the paper in front of his brother and pointed. "I can't believe it."