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Complete, First published Jun 07, 2014
A man is accused of his best friends rape. He has even been videotaped doing it. It definitely looks like him, exactly like him. Who is the identical man?

This is one of the first short stories I ever wrote. It terms of craft it isn't great but I thought I'd post it anyway just to see what people think. Enjoy!

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