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My first brush with identical twins came in my old neighborhood in Uptown New Orleans and involved pretty brunettes named Bonnie and Connie. Their mother dressed them in matching clothes for years, and over the same period they frequently wore their hair in the same style, either by choice or by maternal dictum. The only way even their friends could tell them apart was when either smiled; one of the twins had a slightly chipped tooth that alerted the world as to who was whom.