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"Oh, erm... I was working on a project."*holds out a little box, that looks almost like a music box, but there is no color on it. It just looks like metal*"I used to have a special box that would always make me happy. It played the right songs at the right times. Then one day, I was sad, and I opened the box. My cousin thought it was lame, so he shoved me. It fell out of my hands, and broke into a ton of tiny pieces. I just started to tear up. I picked up every last piece I could find, and put it in a special bag. Of course my cousin fled from the scene..."*she looked a little sad*"My family tried to get me a new one, but everyone always played the same melody, none of them were special like this one..."

*smiles and adjusts his glasses, which are cracked*It's always nice to have something... Something to remind yourself. Of better times.*looks away and clenches his fists*Okay, these things are dealt with. We should move on, before Knucks has time to do anything else.

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