Johnny and Laura lived next door to me in Brooklyn. We were five and they were twins, the creepy tele-communicative kind. Most days I would hop the broken chain-link fence between our gardens and play. Their room was so decked out with shit, like hanging curtains and porcelain animal figurines. They shared a bed until they were twelve. Laura used to speak for Johnny. Apparently they are now in a band and make good music. They kind of make me think of these guys, The Tiny Masters of Today.
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