Shakespeare’s ‘Twelfth Night’ Taught Me About Being a Twin
For me and my twin, the surprise was not our matching tumors, but that hers was malignant and mine was benign.
Those are my breasts
The Comedy of ErrorsTwelfth Night Twelfth Night
I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour’d.
Of charity, what kin are you to me?
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
The Comedy of Errors
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