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Remains

May 7, 2024
By Anonymous

I waited anxiously for my package as I stared out the window.

Before he could reach the door, I had already opened it, smiling at the man. 

“Sign here...” he said, handing me the device. 

I sign, he leaves, I close the door, and rip it open. 

It smelled foul, this wasn't my package. 


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