They too say if you walk far enough you could
meet yourself one day I did just that,I was bore
with myself and then it happened .

I had then walked,just for the excerise of it and I
started walking,I forgot how long or far I actually
walked and it didn't matter because there I was
sitting on a rock then overlooking some water or
ocean I was not then familiar with and I see myself
holding a book I tried to see the name of the book
but I couldn't .

Suddenly then the  other me closed the book he was
reading turned and he saw me,he too look somewhat
awed and confused at seeing himself,who wouldn't ? I
to shook my head and continued toward the other me
but we didn't speak ,I then  saw the title of the book at
least, The Whereabouts of You . Interesting title, I smile
finally and tooked a chance he saw me too and smiled
though either one of us reacted .

We then walked together him and me and he took me to
his house there everything was lavish and rich polish like
brand new even the car that was park in the driveway look
recently made and he made me tea,he said tea relaxed him
but I'd drink coffee for the same reason, we talked and sat
there enjoying each other,learning about the other .

He was rich I was not,he was married I was single .Though
we were the same person we were not,we had different
likes and dislikes hobbies were different even our social
lives were different .suddenly something was wrong I had
sipped my tea but felt faint .

Oh my . My other self posioned me but how I would never
do anything like that,it would be impossible. And besides
that if we each were each other we should had the same
traits and habits as the other at least we'd had to  have the
same mannerisms . Politeness is a given just like life is and 
it must be part of your make up . His life style is different
then mine . Or was .

 I fell and  my eyes then closed he killed me so much for
meeting yourself . 'dI looked at myself and wondered why
did I then kill myself he probably was harmless or was he ?
I'll never know now .

I then had had returned to my life with only vague images of
myself but then they were in fact still there disheartening to
say the least but what would had had happened if I didn't kill
the other me or what will then had happened,there must be
 to family members that would miss him or anyone that knew
him . I'd  then had my own family my wife and son our lives
were the way they were not because we were good people
hardly that at all .

Boy was I then wrong in that too assumption because then
days passing and someone too had did come looking for the
other me it was his brother who discover what had then in
fact had  happened .

 He came to my house the way he did but without my help he
did the same thing his brother did and I to smiled unknowing
why too .I then watched him carefully as he sat down holding
his gun looking at me then as he had shrug his shoulders as
we didn't move each of us studying then the other as if we'd
didn't know  who we had were or were suppose to be .I then
knew who I was , my own  trait was a hire gunman when .

I then wasn'dt exploring caves, and also too tombs or ancient
burial grounds for a living .Besides then and too hired gunman
pays more .

Trust then me on that one folks,I have a huge rent to pay off and bills 
bills would in fact stagger some of them had  ordinary people I knew .

He too then watched me  probably because he never saw anyone
that look like his brother before beside his brother  of course .

In fact I was then amazed  too at how much then too little he and his
brother look apart that usually brothers or sisters for that matter had
 too some similarlity in them ,maybe their eyes were alike their hair
even then how they too acted or behave but not this guy he was then 
totally different then his brother .

I had a brother also and our mannerisms to were exactly alike our
 traits too .All of us were .

Even our lives were the same too .

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