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Kelly blinks awake. There's someone beside her in bed - and she's pretty sure that her girl went off to get breakfast or something or other. Might have been study magic. She's not the most coherent following last night.

Huh, person looks familiar, she reaches out, not noticing a few scars on her hand and arm. She shakes the other girl in the bed, trying to figure out what this is all about. "Wakey, wakey, cutie."

The girl who rolls over is Kelly... but paler, with a literal dark circle around one eye. She mumbles, "Nnnggg, still hung over."

Kelly blinks, now noticing the faint scars on her arms, feeling her face. Huh - those scars are new too. Not as bad as dad, not nearly, but she usually doesn't scar at all. Frowning, she shakes her double again. "I don't care that we chugged the everclear to try and get a buzz before Mel used the nailgun... we don't get hung over."

The other girl sat up fast, eyes blinking open in alarm, noticing her somewhat uglier double. "We also don't normally refer to ourselves like we're the fucking Queen of England. So who are we?"

"Does sleeping with the Queen of England count as group sex?"

"That'd explain what all the Anglophiles are so worked up about."

"So do you think they actually get turned on by laying back and thinking of England?"

"Whoa, you really are me, aren't you?"

"I'm thinking so."

"Do you know why?"

"Not really. Do you care?"

"Not especially."

"You read xkcd?"

"Duh."

"Want to make out?"

"Duh."

"Mel is going to love this."

"You might need to wear a paper bag over your face."

"How about a bondage mask instead?"

"Yeah, that'll work."