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Sweet Baby Jesus on a bed of lettuce, there are two of them. (Or, depending on your perspective, four of them.) Are we seeing double, or are we merely gripped in the bony hand of existential dread? There is indeed good reason to panic: The appearance of another Reid (the one on the left is called Colleen) could signal the collapse of the entire Los Angeles nightlife industry, as there is no guarantee that our city's alcohol delivery systems are adequate to handle such a spike in demand. Pray for us. We're so disturbed we're not even going to mention the nipple slip.