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The Rewrite
Chapter 1 The Box
shed under the bed. It sat right in the open, next to the radiator. It was a cardboard box sealed with tape. My ex-boyfriend's name was written on the
olding my dinner and the TV remote. Sometimes, I caught myself staring at it during commercials. I looked at it the wa
flights of stairs. Tomorrow, I would put it on the curb with the trash. Tomorrow, I
etrayed me. It was about the long, messy time we spent together. Yes, he cheated on me. He lied to me. He turned out to be a very cruel person. I
lept well in weeks and I had drank a bit
ape off. It made a long, hissing sound, as if the box wanted to stay closed. I expected to find normal things fro
at I foun
arger. I found a baseball hat for a team he didn't even like. I pulled these things out one by one. I felt ve
g different. It was a stack of Polaroid photos.
e always said that being romantic and "sappy" was annoying. The only pictures I remembered were blurry ones on my ph
together on a beach. We were both grinning at the camera. My hair was messy from the wind and my eyes wer
We had never gone to the beach
was in the picture. The girl in the photo was definitely me. I was laughing. My skin looked tan from the sun. My hair was a little longe
nts were shining. He was wearing a silly red sweater. I was wearing a matching green sweater with rei
ent Christm
d too much work to do. By the third year, our relationship was falling apart. I had
to of a dinner at a fancy restaurant with candles. I did not recognize the place. There was a photo of a picnic in a p
stomach felt sick. On the back of every photo, there was a d
ere years befo
put everything back in the box and taped i
o fell out
camera. I was asleep. My face was relaxed and my mouth was slightly open. My hair was spread out across t
er. The date on the b
t of my hands and lan
oss my chest. My apartment felt way too quiet. I looked toward the win
, sharp click. It sounded exactl
had come from outside, on the fire escape. I moved closer to the w
her. For just one second, I saw a woma
ooked exact
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