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I had known the twins for around ten years ... they were utterly beautiful girls. Their father was Italian and they had inherited his Mediterranean dark eyes and curly darkest-brown hair. And for ten years no-one I knew, apart from their mother, had ever been able to tell them apart on a consistent basis.
I dressed them both in custard yellow and then got a real shock. One of them looked absolutely ghastly while the other sister look perfectly wonderful. I got out my drapes and discovered, to my total amazement, that the one who looked fantastic was an Autumn and the one who didn't was a Winter.
I had assumed they would be exactly the same season ... big mistake! One I have never repeated.
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