People call us twins. One time a pastor asked us if we were sisters.
The funny thing is, even if you disregard the obvious difference - that she has bigger feet - you can tell we are opposites by the choice of nail polish.
Me: hot pink with detailing that, according to her, looks like lightning and flowers. She deemed the design April showers bring May flowers.
The Roommate: a subdued "Simply Mauve." Classy yet understated.
Today, my roommate's mom came with us to the salon and was so surprised by the pounding massage technique used on her calf muscles that she maintained she was being beaten "like a runaway slave." Not my words...
Obviously.
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