Box of Memories
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I walk up the stairs to the attic. Old, dusty boxes sit everywhere. One stands out in the pile. A small cardboard box on the very left. To anyone else, it was a dusty box that needed to be thrown out, along with some junk worthy of a garage sale. But to me, it is a box of memories.
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