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My twin sister Katie was killed by a drunk driver a week after we both got our driver's licenses. He ran through a red light as we went through on green, and speared the driver's side door going somewhere betweeen 40 and 60 mph. Katie was killed instantly and I walked away with a few scratches.
Once in a while, when I'm doing my makeup or hair, as I look in the mirror, I see not myself, but the woman Katie would have become. Everything I do with my life isn't just for me, it's also for her. She shares every accomplishment, every joy, every good thing that I do with my life, because she isn't around to do them herself.
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