2 children, twins from birth. Grew up to be adolescents miles apart – one stout, another feeble. The carriage came – to one at 7 and to the other at half past 7. At death they resembled each other. The confused coroner swapped their graves. At the gates both knocked the door. There was only a single vacancy. They decided to take turn.
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