Comorbidity

A short story

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The twins hadn’t always hated each other. No one comes out of the womb hating his brother. There had been a time, there must have been, back when they were children, surely, when the boys had gotten along. Been friends, even. Loved one another, perhaps.

Like many wars, it was difficult to say how exactly it began, who really fired the first shot. At what exact moment had peace been rendered…