he Stole His Own Execution
Language: en
The butler’s son was an obsessive copycat. The moment I instituted a strict nine-o’clock bedtime, he stopped staying up late. When I was forced onto an unsalted, clean-eating regimen, he demanded his father steam the exact same bland, unseasoned greens for him. Then, one morning, I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the peeling wallpaper of the basement quarters. We had swapped bodies. Within minutes, the cheap prepaid phone on the nightstand lit up with a text from my former number: ""Did you really think I was just mimicking you for fun? The System promised that once my imitation…