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"So how long are you guys going to spy on me for? Is my 'brother' really that worried?" I said at lunch time and after the twins had soaked up all the attention like little, delicate Christmas hams. I didn't like the food and they didn't need the food, so we headed outside and sat under a huge oak tree. Small purple flowers and dandelions were sprouting and the grass looked a little overgrown. It was in fact my favorite place to hide away when people wanted to talk to me or try to flirt; girls seemed to think if was funny to taunt me with their bodies then deny me when I wanted them in return. "Well, I don't think that it's spying. Not reall