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At the same time, they looked up at him, and all three stood up, coming close, peering into his face in curiosity.
They weren't so identical, but they did look alike; the one wearing a white singlet and black shorts was now right in front of him.
The boy frowned. "I know you somewhere, mister."
Confusion pulled at every angle; he felt the words stuck in his throat. He stared down at them.
No one had ever made him this speechless.
Another asked now, beside his brother, "Is he the cool guy you met in the hospital, Milo?"
Milo observed him without fear, then he frowned, disappointed, and said, "No, Nico, they just look alike."