The Wrong Twin by Harry Leon Wilson
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But the twins stiffened. The problem was not so simple.
"How do you mean--change clothes?" demanded Merle. "Why, just change! I'll put on your clothes and look like a mere street urchin right away." "But what am I going to--" "Put on my clothes, of course. I explained that." "Be dressed like a girl?" "Only till you get home; then you can put on your Sunday clothes." "But they wouldn't be Sunday clothes if I had to wear 'em every day, and then I wouldn't have any Sunday clothes." "Stupid! You can buy new ones, can't you?" "Well, I don't know." "I'd give you a lot of money to buy some." "Let's see it." Surprisingly the girl stuck out a foot. Her ankle seemed badly swollen; she seemed even to reveal incipient elephantiasis. "Money!" she announced. "Busted my bank and took it all. And I put it in |
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