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A Box of Truth
I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street, even though he told me its veracity might sting. I handed him a stack of bills and asked for a receipt. The box was wrapped in violet silk and tied with silver string. I gripped the lid with shaking hands and paused with bated breath, even though he told me its veracity might sting. The truth inside the box was even uglier than death. It slapped me with repugnance and assaulted with its stench. I gripped the lid with shaking hands and paused with bated breath. I closed the box in panicked shock and struggled not to blench. Receipt in hand, I hurried to return the wretched truth. It slapped me with repugnance and assaulted with its stench. I found that lousy peddler selling boxes from his booth. He studied me with sympathy and eyed my violet crate. Receipt in hand, I hurried to return the wretched truth. With fingers clenched in fury and a heart awash with hate, I bought a box of lies from that peddler down the street. He studied me with sympathy and eyed my yellow crate. I handed him a stack of bills and asked for no receipt.
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