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Monica and Martha were twin sisters. Throughout her childhood, Monica kept insisting that she and Martha were from another planet. Eventually, Monica’s parents brought her to see a psychologist. One day, as Monica sat in an office, a tall man with glasses walked in.

“Hello, Monica,” the man said. “My name is Dr. Noble. But you call me Don. Anything you tell me will be between us. But if I think you’re going to hurt yourself, I’ll have to tell someone. Do you understand?”

Monica nodded her head.

“Excellent,” Dr. Noble said. “Your parents tell me that you and your sister are from a planet called Oberon. What can you tell me about that planet?”

“You won’t believe me,” Monica said. “Nobody does.”

“You don’t know that. The universe is such a large place. There’s no way Earth is the only planet that has intelligent life. So, what can you tell me about Oberon?”

“It has people, just like Earth. On Oberon, the grass is pink.”

“It has people, just like Earth. On Oberon, the grass is pink.”

“I see. How did you and Martha end up on Earth?”

“We played in a field one day, and we fell down a plot hole. That’s when we came to Earth.”

“Your parents adopted you and Martha, right?”

“Yes.”

“Since your birth parents left you behind, do you feel like you don’t belong, like an alien?”

After a few therapy sessions, Monica stopped talking about Oberon. However, she had another issue to deal with, her sister.

Monica and Martha got along sometimes. But they didn’t most of the time.
Sometimes, Monica would get in trouble for that reason.

One night, at the age of 17, Martha got drunk at a party. She noticed a guy wearing a white button-up shirt, sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Emily,” Martha said. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Larry,” Emily said.

“I’ve never seen him around school before.”

“I think he’s from out around the bay somewhere.”

“He looks like a square. I’m going to talk to him.”

Martha stumbled to the couch and she fell into Larry’s lap.

“What are ya at?” Martha asked.

“This is it,” Larry said.

“Where are you from?”

“The bay.”

“What town?”

“You know.”

“Not going tell me? Maybe this will this will change your mind.”

In a drunken stupor, Martha shoved her tongue down Larry’s throat. Eventually, Martha went up for some air.

“Where are you from?” Martha asked.

“Dildo,” Larry said

As soon as those words escaped Larry’s lips, Martha busted out laughing.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” Larry said.

“Can you believe there’s a town with that name?” Martha asked.

As Martha continued to laugh hysterically, she tripped.

“What do you know,” Larry said. “You actually tripped over a cordless phone.”

At that point, Monica and Emily picked Martha up from the floor.

“Look who is it,” Martha said. “It’s my best friend, and my best sister.”

“Okay, time to take you home, drunky,” Monica said.

“You can’t be drinking and driving.”

“I’m sober.”

“I’m the other twin. I mean, older twin. And I only had one drink. I’m driving.”

Monica ignored Martha as she and Emily brought her to the car.

“Don’t ignore me,” Martha said. “I had a lot to eat, so the food absorbs most of the beer. Give the keys.”

Monica continued to ignore Martha.

“I said, give me the fucking keys!” Martha yelled.

“No,” Monica said.

“You’re being a baby. Give me the keys!”

“I said no!”

As Monica drove home, Martha continued to annoy her.

“I asked you to do one thing, and you can’t do it,” Martha said. “Don’t ask me to do anything for you again. Now, pull over and let me drive the rest of the way home. Are you going to let me drive?”

“For the last fucking time, no!” Monica yelled.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!”

Martha slapped Monica on the side of the head in a drunken rage. This caused Monica to crash the car into her parents’ garage door.

“Look what you did,” Martha said.

“Fuck you!” Monica said. “You hit me while I was fucking driving!”

Martha and Monica’s parents stormed out of the house.

“What the fuck,” their father said in a quiet, yet shocked voice.

As soon as Martha and Monica’s mother opened the driver door, the smell of alcohol disgusted her.

“You were drinking and driving!” their mother said.

“No, it’s not like that,” Monica said.

“You two get in the house!” their father said. “Now!”

Martha and Monica got out of the car. Monica walked in the house like she was walking the green mile. But Martha stumbled to the house in a drunken stupor.

As soon as Martha and Monica entered the house, they were about to go to their rooms. But their father ordered them to sit at the kitchen table.

“What the fuck were you two thinking, going to a party and drinking?” Martha and Monica’s father said. “You two are under age. What am I saying? You shouldn’t be drinking and driving anyway!”

“Ha, that rhymed,” Martha said. “You’re a poet and you don’t even realize it.”

“I wasn’t drinking,” Monica said. “Martha was drunk and I drove her home. I was the designated driver.”

“Why didn’t you stop her from drinking?”

“How could I?”

“You’re her sister!”

“Mom!”

“You could have called, Monica,” Monica and Martha’s mother said.

“But I drove Martha home! I wasn’t drinking. I was being responsible.”

“You’re not responsible. If you were, you wouldn’t have gone to the party in the first place. I hope you two enjoyed yourselves, because you two will never drive the car again. Now, go to your rooms.”

“No good deed goes unpunished,” Monica said under her breath as she walked up the stairs.

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