This morning there was a wonderful breeze coming in from the window when the girl got out of bed, and I thought, there’s no way I want to leave this place right now. She wasn’t sure about leaving me home alone while she went to work, but I assured her that if I could survive being squished into a cardboard box and sailing the seas in a shipping container for months, I would be okay alone in her apartment. So she went off to work and I stayed in bed for a while, listening to the birds.

Eventually, though, that got boring so I got up, found a package of trail mix, and decided to explore my new home. It seemed like kind of a tranquil, if dull, place. Well, until I wandered into her home office. Inside there, I discovered something shocking.

Other Fugglers.

Not only other Fugglers. Another Fuggler who looked Just. Like. Me.

I stood there in the doorway, staring at them, at him. So I was merely one of many?

Talk about an existential crisis.

My heart pounded in my chest. For the last three days I thought I was special, I thought I was the girl’s one and only. Suddenly I remembered her in the Target store smiling at me, putting me back, and choosing a different guy. Of course there were others, how could I have been so stupid?

My mirror image climbed down from the shelf where he was perched and introduced himself. It turns out he had been adopted only a few days before me, but he was ordered online. He spent time in an Amazon warehouse. When I asked his name, he said he didn’t have one, except for maybe Munch Munch, as the Zuru company labeled him.

He was still wearing the factory shirt too.

We had a chat, and he thinks that I really am special because I got a name, a couture vest, and went on an adventure yesterday. He said he didn’t get any of that. I asked him if he was unhappy, but he said he wasn’t, he was happy to be out of the box and free to do what he wants all day.

It turns out he loves cookbooks, and he showed me a few that the girl has. There were lots and lots of sugar treats in there! I wondered how the girl could have those recipes in the house and her clothes still fit. Munch Munch said she probably just looks but doesn’t bake. I hope he’s wrong, because I want her to bake some of those treats for me.

I think having a secret twin might be kind of awesome, as long as he doesn’t replace me.