Dear Carothers:
Right now, I look like a 23 year old version of you; I'm about 200% sure that I'll be your twin by the time I'm your age. Whether you know this or not, I'm totally okay growing into you...that is, assuming you don't make me hate my life during the exam you're giving me 9 minutes from now.
So don't miss out on a future doppelganger.
Don't miss out, broseph.
Cordially.
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