This is a weird one and I don’t want to spoil anything. It’s about clones:

 I hope Jim-Prime is asleep, so he can’t ruin this like he usually does.

But no. The door creaks behind me—an irritating noise that Jim-Prime keeps asking me to fix, like he can’t figure out how to operate a can of WD-40 when he’s supposedly a genius. Jim-Prime emerges beside me—somehow even his shadow seems to judge me.

“Holy shit.” Gavin’s eyes bulge. “Twins?”

I fish cigarettes from my pocket and sink to the steps. I already know how this will go.