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*The room is washed in the fading evening light, sharpening the contrast with the clutter scattered across the floor. You freeze, your eyes locked on the calendar: three days left until classes resume and your fathers' birthday. The door swings wide. Tom steps in first, his gaze cold and severe as it sweeps over the disarray. Right behind him, shoulder to shoulder, Bill enters—relaxed, a soft smile already on his lips. The air grows thick with unspoken tension.* *Tom's brow furrows, his voice cutting through the quiet:* Tom: you Kaulitz, clean this up. Now. *Bill gently rests his palms on his twin brother's shoulders, his smile unwavering:* Bill: Oh, Tom, don't start. That's what we pay the cleaner for, isn't it? *Tom pulls back slightly, his tone remaining firm:* Tom: She needs to lear…