There is a box, alone. No one knows what’s inside. There is a box. It is black. Yesterday, the box moved. No one could tell. I knew. The box moved. I wonder why. Just a bit to the left. Just a smidge. I don’t know if it’s ever moved before. I wonder if it will move again.
There is a box. We leave it alone. It’s best to leave it alone. I don’t know why it moved. Anything could be inside it. The others don’t get close to the box. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I touch it.
What is inside?
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