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Living with myself

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A man who is crippled by his self loathing wakes up to discover that not only can he not leave his house, But he must also share this house with 2 copies of himself, varying slightly in personality from his own

Chapter 1: Exposition

As the first gentle rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a dim glow upon the worn wooden floorboards, Adam awakened with a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, he dragged his weary body out of bed, his movements imbued with a languid gracelessness. Each step seemed to echo with the weight of his desolation, the very air within his small, suffocating house thickened by his self-loathing.

With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand burdens, Adam mustered the strength to face another day of isolation and despair. Weaving through the maze of clutter that enveloped his small abode, the dust particles danced in the feeble light, casting a melancholic haze over the faded relics of a past long forgotten.

Adam's footsteps creaked on the aged wooden floorboards, a hollow chorus of his own loneliness reverberating through the desolate space. The stillness of the air, heavy with the scent of forgotten memories, seemed to cling to his very being as he ventured deeper into the heart of his cluttered abode.

In the dimly lit living room, adorned with faded photographs capturing moments of joy and togetherness, Adam caught sight of two figures.

Adam hunched his shoulders as he made his way into the living room, his eyes darting nervously around the space. The air hung heavy with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft creaking of the old wooden floor beneath his feet. There, amidst the sea of forgotten trinkets and half-forgotten memories, he discovered the presence of two identical beings, staring back at him with eyes that mirrored his own inner turmoil.

Confusion gnawed at Adam's core as he gazed at the two identical figures standing before him. His heart pounded with an erratic rhythm, as fear mingled with curiosity within the recesses of his troubled mind. His breath caught in his throat, suspended in an agonizing moment of hesitation before he found his voice.

"What...what is happening?" Adam stammered, his voice barely a whisper in the suffocating silence of the room.

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