Yeah, go ahead and get our DNA tested if you need to. I’m positive that we’re not siblings.
Rose, stop. That’s impossible. I was blind long before I ever knew you. There’s no way you could have seen my eyes.

Damn it, Dave, is there no way I can convince you? Is there no shred of evidence I can point to that will sway your view?
It isn’t even about the eyes. When we were both thirteen, before the inevitable dimorphism of puberty set in, we could have passed for each other. That isn’t something one can say about any two unrelated acquaintances. I’m aware this is all visual information, but I can’t exactly make a convincing case that we “feel” alike or that we “smell” alike or anything.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...