This pretty pair are Fred and Georgette, my great, great, great aunt’s cousins (twice removed). They grew up in the same village and were married for several years before they realised that they were related.
Fred had a twitch but it was only noticeable when the wind blew from the east. Georgette liked to bake her own bread and make bugles for the war effort.
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If this is the first time you have met my (imaginary) dead family, you might want to click here for an explanation (of sorts).