The Take-Out Box
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I woke up next to the comforting silhouette of my poutine take-out box. I smile at him silently, and go down to the kitchen for a glass of water. On the kitchen table, my poutine take-out box was staring back at me.
"Poutine?" I call to him tentatively, "weren't you just in my bed a second ago?"
The floor creaked behind me as I remembered that I threw out this take-out box three days ago.
Credited to TheDormHermit
Originally uploaded on December 19, 2014
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