"What happened?" Asked my twin brother.
"You fell in the spring." I answered still in shock.
"Wait, why do I sound like I'm eight years old?"
"I think you are... Again." I said pulling out my phone to show him.
"Oh my God!" He yelled after seeing himself.
"We found the fountain of youth." I answered.
We both smiled.
Splash.
"Umm, I think we still need to figure out a few things." He said pulling me out of the water now.
"Ya think?!" I asked standing up as tall as I could on my three year old legs.
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