I, well, I don’t know if I should be saying this myself, but I am ordinary. This “special I" who looks exactly like me came to my house. But he is not a fake version of me. Actually, I am the fake and he is the one that’s real. I am only his clone. I’m not me. I’m not me! Everything till now has been for another “special me”. Yet I have taken it all for granted as if they were mine and simply enjoyed my life. “I am special,” says the “Special I.” “A detective. That’s … read more