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In a corner of a room sat a small cardboard box. Nothing was printed on the box, and it wouldn’t have seemed odd, except for the flaps to close the box were spread out, and the box had no place in being in the room.
The room was painted a dark blue, and full of things that seemed privy to taking care of a little boy. A bed, pushed in the corner, was covered with dark satin sheets and a bed cover with Captain America over it. The pillows were decorated much the same way.
Comic books were placed neatly in a bookshelf that took up an entire wall, breaking only for two doors that led to a bathroom and a closet. Many more books took up space beyond the paper edges of the comics, books full of math and technology, seemingly too challenging for the young-aged boy that occupied this room.
Along another wall sat many electronic pieces, tiny wires and metal parts, little tools and components. Sheets of paper were strewn across a small wooden table that sat in the middle of the room, one side adorned with a chair perfectly sized for a little child.
Beyond that, however, the room was neat and tidy. Certainly no place for a cardboard box. And yet, it was there, taking up just the tiniest amount of space in the large room. If one were to lift the box edge, they would find nothing inside.
After all, it was a box full of lies.