The Machine
The box sat in the middle of the living room floor where the express service delivery man had left it. It had no markings on it other than a standard shipping label with Claire's address and a generic looking return address in Iowa. Claire knew what it was, though. She was expecting it. She knew it would arrive today and called in sick to work to sign for it. Ordinarily, she loved getting stuff in the mail, tearing the boxes apart to get her hands on a new pair of shoes or what not. But this...
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