Dust billowed off the box as I pulled the resisting top flaps open. I reached in, running my fingers through the array of materials before grasping a soft pink sweater adorned with blue hearts. I brought it to my nose, inhaling its aroma. Dust gathered in my passages and I coughed violently, attempting to expel it.
It did not smell like her anymore.
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miscellany
Short Story❝I wish we could live forever,❞ I muttered. ❝Me too,❞ whispered Elaine, ❝me too.❞
