Drifting in and out of sleep, I find myself in my parents' front drive. Three boys are playing hide-and-seek. The youngest of the three runs off. The two oldest are left dawdling. I am not sure what they are doing there. They have blonde hair and round faces and are about 14 years old. They are wearing brown woolen tank-tops and shorts. They are twins.
My sub-conscious decides to take the opportunity to ask and answer my question.
(Tantademus, one of the twins tells me, is the name of a famous mountaineer. On waking, Google fails to confirm this.)
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