aargh…
July 12th, 2005
Sitting a few yards from me is an unopened box. It’s calling my name. But no one else hears those cries. I see it from the corner of my eyes. My hands quiver, wishing to grab a hold of a box-cutter and rip the cardboard skin to take a glimmer at it’s insides.
But I can’t. I won’t. They’re watching.
I just have to sit and wait. Until Saturday.
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