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Darryn found me on his doorstep one evening after getting a haircut. I was waiting for his roommate to answer the door when he walked up and asked me who I was. The connection was like recognizing a lost memory, like finding family. For many years, in fact, people who saw us together would often ask us if we were siblings. It was like that, as though we had been born together and had endured a strange but forgettable time of being apart. That night I should have reminded him, "I'm the one."