Bad Goofy

She put them in a box and held a second before the lid was placed. There were only a few things, and some looked almost new. Well, they were all just a year old … yet she had to cast them away - she had no use of them, she decided. They took too much of space and every time she cleaned around, they would come in her away.

She was still fond of the pretty ones. Others were like abstract art; the meanings changed every time she had a look at them. It somehow brought pain, so did the pretty ones.

Time.

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She got back at her desk and started sorting out the work that had been piling up. She sighed, at least that one is put away … waiting to be forgotten.

Time.