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trip to Korea the previous year. She had written that her biological mum was from Busan! There was one more clue that we were twins. I called Mum back to tell her, followed by Dad, followed by everyone else I know.
    There was still the problem of Samantha not having seen my message, so I spent a little longer trying to find out what she had been doing over the past twenty-five years. Social media like Facebook and WhatsApp have made it so amazingly easy to spy on people through the cables and plugsthat interconnect us all. Technology brings voyeurism to a whole new level, and I was so happy to have this tool at my disposal. In her photos, I could see that she liked to wear amazing costumes and her boyfriend was really, really tall. She seemed to be a very happy, fun, and playful person, except in one photo, when she was about seven or eight, where she seemed a little lost. She was with her two older brothers, and she was holding a baby in her arms. But she wasn’t looking directly at the camera and smiling, like her brothers. I don’t know why that picture struck me, but it did.
    I was really indulging myself in Samantha’s childhood when my fears returned. She was never going to accept my friend request, because now I was convinced it had gone to her spam mailbox. I didn’t want to send her a message in any public forum, because Samantha was an actress and therefore vulnerable to stalkers, people like me. I didn’t want to post just anywhere for the whole world to see. Already, my friends and I had added her everywhere we could—Instagram, Twitter, WhatsApp, etc. We even became followers of her YouTube channel.
    It was two p.m. by the time I could finally get myself out of bed. I didn’t go to school. I was exhausted and hugely disappointed that I hadn’t heard back from Samantha. I felt really bad about skipping. “Waiting to hear from your potential twin” did not make the list of excusable absences, but I didn’t care anymore. I only wanted to discover more things about Samantha and who she was. I would have flown to Los Angeles to locate her, doing the best I could with the hints I was picking up from her Instagram. I felt like I was a detective, slowly putting pieces of her story together.
    Kelsang could sense my trauma and despair. He was sweet enough to invite me to a movie, even though he had alot of work to do. We went to see
Beautiful Creatures
, perfectly cheesy for the occasion. After the movie, I checked my phone to see if there was anything new. Samantha still hadn’t answered, so, dragging Kelsang with me, I went to French Connection UK to buy my mum a silk top for her birthday. Then we went back to my flat for burgers. In the hour and a half of shopping, and the trip back to my place, there was still nothing. The long, emotional day had left me with more questions, no answers. The things running through my head were wild. What if she is not interested? What if she doesn’t want to know about me? What if she thinks I’m a crazy teenage fan obsessed with her? What if she never discovers the message? I was going insane. Kelsang and I talked about if we should tweet her, but again we decided against it. After Kelsang left, I got back into bed, ignoring my exhaustion in favor of watching the videos of my “twin” again. I fell asleep with the image of Samantha fading into my dreams.
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    By morning, I was feeling downright schizophrenic. I’d watched the videos so many times, I couldn’t even tell the difference between Samantha and me anymore. Everything was merging and mixing. The videos seemed real and time was distorted. It was crazy. I had learned so much about Samantha’s life in the past few days that she was no longer just an image to me, but a real breathing person who was walking somewhere on Earth at this very moment. She was moving about, making decisions about what to have for dinner, maybe reading lines for a part, but she was right there with me. The trouble was,