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Only Lord Inari can tell us apart unless we deliberately intend people to know. How do you know I'm Enzo, not Ezra?” “Uh, I dunno. You were introduced as Enzo, and I remembered.” She was always going to mentally call them the porcelain dolls because of that enviable skin she noticed the first time they met. “Our own mother mixes us up!” He hissed coldly. Harper straightened her shoulders. The need to snap back threw her manners to the wind. “Oi, no need to get pissy with me, mate. All I did was get your name right!
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E.V. Drake (The Scribemaster Chronicles)