What's in the box?

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I woke up late Sunday morning. My mom and sister had already left to do there routine Sunday shopping. When I knocked on my brothers door, there was no answer. after carefully opening the door I found the room empty. When I went to the kitchen, there was a large black box on the table and nothing else. I timidly walked towards it. Every part of my very being tells me not to touch it. my very soul is screaming to run, yet I am frozen. I stand there, staring at this box. Suddenly I find myself reaching for the box. What am I doing?! I shouldn't open it! it's not my box! But I have to. There's no way I can just walk away. How could I? I lift the lid and peer inside. I gasp. Sitting in the bottom of the box is a single photo. I carefully pick it up and examine it. It's a picture of a butt!

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