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<b>"Hey, isn't that my iPod?"</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:gray">"No, it's mine."</span> <b>"Mikkel you asshole, it's mine!"</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:gray">"No mine is blue. <br/>
Yours is purple."</span> <b>"No, <i>mine</i> was blue."</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:gray">"Mihael! Mine is the same color as my birthstone. It's not<br/>
yours."</span> <b>"Idiot! We're <i>twins!</i> We have the <i>same</i> birthstone!"</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:gray">"Ohh...fuck."</span><br/>
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The twins both had a grip on the device, struggling to maintain a hold on it while not falling out of <br/>
their seat from their battle over the iPod. Mihael blew a raspberry at him, while Mikkel jutted his <br/>
foot at her. The jerk of the bus didn't seem to bother either one of them, as they were quickly back<br/>
to fighting like twins typically did. It wasn't until the bus jerked a second time that the worry returned, <br/>
but at that point, it was too late for anyone to do anything but hold on. <br/>
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Again, the steering wheel jerked beneath the driver's hands. The smooth leather of the wheel <br/>
slipped from his grip, making it unable to hold onto. He tried, but failed, to regain control as the bus<br/>
slid on the snowy ground. The tires spun noiselessly, twirling the bus 180 degrees before the back<br/>
collided with the guard rail over a slope on a hill. The heavy bus crashed through the railing,<br/>
making it impossibly easy to topple backwards. For a moment, the bus teetered on the edge. <br/>
Before anyone could realize what was happening, it tilted backward, down the steep slope of the<br/>
hill, tumbling over and over before it came to a hard stop at the edge of a dense forest.​</div></span>