Wait—I almost forgot the most important part! For the first time in history, the Periwinkle Tower won the Pueblo del Mar Holiday Decorating Contest. All six of us, including Sofie and Hunter, got to shake the mayor’s hand.
But there was only one medal.
We let Boris wear it.
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I’m glad Boris moved into the tower. The two of us have plans. Plans to start an all-drum band. Plans to start a potato delivery service. Plans to start a gum club in the lobby.
It’s funny. Boris and I really aren’t alike at all. He loves caramels and I love chocolate-covered raisins. He has blond hair and I have dark hair. He wears stripes and I wear dots.
And he still gets on my last nerve.
But sometimes?
I feel like we’re almost twins.
