The Box

The Box

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Do we open it? What could it be? Just one peek wouldn't hurt, would it? I look over at Mike and try to read his expression. He looks just as unsure as I do. I look back at the box making the decision for us. I gently lift the rusty latch that had been the box’s only security. I looked over at Mike one more time, to see his gaze securely on the box in my hands. I use my fingers and try to pry the lid open. After a bit of a struggle I get the box open and lift the lid all the way open to look inside.
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