The Window Opposite the Street

Each day I see him outside. Each day he’s watching me, staring at me from his window opposite the street.

I don’t know who he is or what he wants.

I started freaking out and began to watch him as well. There’s one weird thing I noticed.

That guy looks exactly like me.

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