Pandora

The first thing I was recognized were our moments in pile of papers. They were loose in this box and wrinkled; a few were marked with tears that dry out. It had been months since I write words about you. This box used to be my favorite place to put every single things about us. I pressed them flat and laid them in a pile.

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