The Neighbour Who Copied Me

It started as a joke my wife made: whatever we did, number 14 did an hour later. Mowing. Bins out. Painting the fence the same shade we picked from a catalogue.

The hour got shorter through the summer. By August he was doing it as I did it. In September he answered my phone, and the person on the line did not notice.

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