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“What are you talking about?” asked Martin. “Our client just last week had twin daughters.”
“Yeah, but that’s different because they were girls,” Arthur explained. “Boy twins are different. Because they’re boys.”
“We aren’t even twins!” Martin insisted. “And I’m not even going to mention the amount of levels on which that statement was wrong.”
“That boy twins are different, or that you and your cousin aren’t actually twins?” asked Douglas.
“So you are twins!” Arthur chirped triumphantly. “I knew it!”
Martin groaned. “Arthur, you haven’t even met him,” he pointed out.
“Oh, yeah,” Arthur said. “I guess I just got a bit confused, because I know you, Skip, and you look like your twin.”
“Can we please stop talking about twins?” asked Martin. “I don’t want to hear the word ‘twin’ ever again.”
“And yet, you just said it twice,” Douglas pointed out.
Exasperated and bored with the conversation, Martin walked out of the portacabin, slamming the door behind him. About ten seconds later, he meekly slunk back in and walked toward his desk.
“Forgot my coat,” he said quietly, before fetching it up and leaving again.
“Do you think it was something we said?” Arthur asked after a few moments.
Douglas rolled his eyes.
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