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He had no idea he was dating the sister of the woman whose technology he was coming to evaluate. The woman his girlfriend had deemed too embarrassing to meet. Growing up, I was always the weird one.

Rachel was two years younger, bubbly and social. The daughter who brought home cheerleading trophies and prom queen crowns. She majored in communications, went into pharmaceutical sales, made a comfortable living, and lived in a trendy apartment in Cambridge that our parents helped her afford.

I was the awkward kid who spent weekends in the library, who got a full scholarship to MIT at sixteen, who graduated with a triple major at nineteen. While Rachel was pledging sororities, I was publishing research papers. While she was dating football players, I was in medical school.