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Inside the endless universe is a small swirl of dust. Inside this swirl is a small community of planets. Inside this community of planets is a green, white, and blue planet. In this planet there is a mass of land, and in this mass of land is a state called Texas.
Somewhere in Texas, there is a forgotten town. It is small and has two temperatures: hot, and sweltering. The town is a snapshot of life decades ago, and there hasn't been a new resident in almost thirteen years.
In this town there is a street. All the houses on this street are old, but not dilapidated, because everyone in this town works hard and takes care of what they've worked for. The architecture is dated. Most houses have a few shrubs in the front yard, accompanied by one or two trees. All the houses are made of brick. In the summers, the tar on the road melts and turns the old lady who exercises by walking down the street's shoes black. She buys a new pair of walking shoes at the beginning of each fall.
On this street, there is a house. Inside this house is a stale living room. The furniture is floral, decades old, but not worn out.
Just past the living room is a small office with floral homemade curtains. A desk sits beneath the window. Inside the top left drawer is an old box of staples that has only been opened once. The box is faded blue, and a thin layer of dust coats the top.
Inside the box are, shockingly, staples, in sleeves. Hidden beneath one of the sleeves in a small, yellowing, rolled up piece of paper.
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| | Posted 2/28/2009 10:01 PM - 9 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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