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.