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He had a tiny box, about eh tall and eh wide; just picture me showing it to you with my hands. You can think of it like a mini treasure chest with its deep brown color soaking up the warmth from his window. There was only one, tiny problem, the box is inevitable. Hands trembling, I realize the box was never his to begin with, it had always been mine.
the tiny box.
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