I take the napkin, and wipe the knife clean. Rinse it under cold water, place into the dish rack.

Take his shoes off, and put them on me. Wash all his clothes by hand, and put my replicas on. I look in the mirror, smirking, feeling proud of myself. Seeing him in me. I had already come up with a story.

I moved away. Told nobody. Wanted a fresh start. While John continues his life. That’s where I come in.

I dig up a hole, big enough to fit a cruise ship, and plop him right inside. Were identical after all. Nobody would even know he’s gone.

I let out a soft chuckle to myself, seeing no fault in what I had done.

Like I always say,

_Nothings illegal until you get caught. _