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It started like any other day (which was almost always a shitshow in the Hargreeves household). A conversation about who put expired milk back into the refrigerator (it was Klaus) turned into a fight about how seven people raised in the same house could have such drastically different ways of living.
They say that in the battle between nature and nurture, nurture almost always wins out. But then you see cases where triplets raised separately hundreds of miles apart like the same shows, play the same sports, and play the freaking trombone, and you start to wonder.
They never had time to ponder the philosophical question: where did I come from?
At least until now.