Rosalie and Rosalind were truly identical twins, like they split one soul between two bodies. They never made a choice they didn’t both intend to pursue with all their hearts. And they always did it together. Whatever you did with one, you did with both. It’s how they worked. Not that they were interchangeable, you understand. Anyone who made the mistake of treating them like that got shown through the door real quick let me tell you. But they were always a matched set, starting and finishing sentences for each other, and all kinds of jazz like that. The whole, life, death, and cyber thing did not change any of that a lick. As I found out when we hooked up on New Manhattan.