4:5
4:5
The box was old, discolored and distorted from exposure to water and sunlight. It had once, long, long ago, been used to ship banana from the far-off tropics to customers around the world, but now was filled with papers and mementos of several lifetimes.
(Author’s Note: Have you ever wondered how much you can write in a half hour if no one leaves you alone? Well, now you know…)
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Hey, Author, way to break the fourth wall! <3