For a long time, i went to bed early. I don't know why i did. For the life of me i couldn't explain it. Maybe i was just tired, i don't know. Its hard, running things without you. The shop isn't a one person deal, you know? when we were running it together it was twice as easy. Now that you left for some reason i feel twice the stress. As if we were sharing it. the customers are impatient and the oven just cant handle the bread output anymore. we've gotten bigger since you left, people know about us now. ever since the little issue word got out about it and people just eat that up. people blogging left and right about the so called murder restaurant. murder, what do they know. you just left is all. if it was murder i would have been locked up, right? The police didnt think it was murder, they do but they cant prove it. it was eventually filed as a work related accident. Mom and dad were upset, they seemed to think something was going on too but what did they know? they don't know me, and they stopped answering my calls so they probably never will. They always loved you more anyways, that's all. They thought you were so special, and treated me like trash. and i was born first anyways. Only a few minutes but still first. I'm supposed to be special right? i was special up until the incident with the neighbors kid. it wasn't my fault he got in front of the car. and it was you who sent him down the hill anyways, not me. you just talked to mom first, and they never treated me the same. so yes i was angry, that's why we always fought. we could hardly handle one day at the shop without fighting, that's what led up to..you know. it was your fault it happened, you always thought you were better than me. always trying to boss me around, always making me feel stupid when i forgot things. i still love you you know? i loved you more than they ever could. more than Christi ever could, that bitch. i'm sorry i never told you that i'm the one who left her there at the bottom of the river. they never found her body, i meant it that way. I didn't want you to see what i had done. You wouldn't have understood that i was doing it for you. she wasn't good enough. nobody is good enough. i suppose that's why i did what i did. that apartment wasn't good enough. neither was the casket mom and dad put you in. you wouldn't be able to move around down there you know. my basement is a better place. it has a fridge full of fresh food and a couch and a TV. aren't you glad? makes up for the little spat at the restaurant right? i still feel bad. i shouldn't have yelled. i'm sorry about the knife. and for making it look like an accident. but if i were locked up i wouldn't be able to take care of you now. aren't i the best brother? i've done so much for you. love you bro.
sincerely,
your best bud
P.S. sorry i forgot to give you the mayonnaise
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