The box

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I was confused.

A big blue wooden box was standing on the street corner.

Looking kinda funny, cause it didn't fit it at all.

The man was now staring at me, having his head halfway out of the door.

Who are you? I asked.

You can at least tell me your name. I said a little quiet.

My name? He asked.

Yeah. Haven't you got a name? I asked, taking one step closer to the box.

I think I had, a long time ago.

He said. I looked at him.

Who couldn't remember their own name?

I had taken so many steps, that I could almost touch the door.

Suddenly, he took my arm, and dragged me inside the box..

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