RORY GILMORE
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Rory was such a great older sister. She went to Yale, that was good enough..
Yes— you followed in her footsteps. You were a great student, just finishing your junior year of highschool. Carrying straight A’s, student council, and chess club.
Your mom, Lorelai, hosted a celebration party. Which Rory obviously attended.
She saw you and ran up to you, and hugged you. After a minute of silent, joyful hugging, she pulled away.
“Oh, you’re my little twin, aren’t you?” She remarked, smiling.