I look exactly like him, a product of our identical DNA. No one can tell us apart, making my predicament all the worse. The one aspect that separates us is our power struggle. I say struggle, when in reality the battle is already won. He controls me, forces me to submit to his juvenile will. I’ve done his homework. I’ve cleaned his room. I’ve even asked out Rebecca Walters to the dance. You’d think I would be able to escape the evil clutches of such a coward, but deep down, I know I’m the same. It’s why I cloned him.
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