Hair is similar: blonde as the sun, straight as a board. Styles are similar: new fashion trends. Lululemon covered. Humor is identical. Laughing at the gray gravel ground because the shadow looked like a face, enjoying making fun of our brother for breathing, and scaring our sister out of her socks. There is really no good reason for the things that make us laugh, just us treating a penny like a thousand dollars. Our brains work as one, when we hear something, we look at each other simultaneously and both know we are going to talk about it later. Our humor is like a dancing sheet of empty paper—not much given, but we turn it into something better.