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Kyra tossed her keys on the table in the entry, dumped her briefcase underneath, and thumbed through the mail. The house was quiet, absent the usual rock music playing and aromas of food cooking in the kitchen.
“Ky! I’m home!” she called upstairs. Her twin brother didn’t answer.
She kicked off her black patent leather pumps and climbed the stairs, entering the first room on her right. Three of the walls were set with large windows, allowing natural light to flood the room during the day.
Kyle was slumped in a chair, arms hanging at his side with a glass of red wine in his hand. His short burnt sienna hair was messy and his jeans and white t-shirt were spattered with paint. An easel with a large canvas, full of angry, dark brush strokes was in front of him.
“Hey, Ky,” Kyra said, leaning against the doorjamb with her arms over her chest.
He startled in his seat, almost spilling his wine, and then glanced at her. “Hey, Kyr. I didn’t hear you.”
“What’s up with that?” She gestured to the canvas with her chin. “It looks like roadkill.”
“Elisha broke up with me again.” He took a sip of wine.
“What was it this time?” She’d lost count of how many times Elisha broke up with him, and couldn’t keep track of the myriad reasons she gave when she did so.
“I don’t pay enough attention to her.”
“You don’t pay enough attention to me either,” she joked, smiling. “Maybe I should breakup with you too.”
“You couldn’t if you tried.” He chuckled. “We share too much DNA.”
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