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"Where is the container I set here when I got here?" Ulysses asked as he turned off the mixer. "What container, what did it look like?" Questioned Lily. "It was small and black." He described. "A black container? No, I don't think I saw it... I mean, I wouldremember that." Lily replied, with a broom and dustpan in one hand. "What makes you so sure?" Ulysses quipped, licking off a spoon. "Don't see black containers very often. Their usually clear, orpastel. Something you would want in your kitchen. You can't even lookinto a black contain...
Submitted to Contest #241
I woke up groggy, my eyes sticky with sleep. My muscles were stiff and aching like I had been bedridden.  well, that was new. I woke up, and stood up from where, the floor? I spun around scanning the room for my coffin. Trunks and chests in red, gold, and blue all varying in sizes and shapes sit around the room.A red one to my left lay there with its lid wide open, a quick peek revealed strands of garland and layers of small figurines, Saint Nicholas, small reindeer, and shiny round balls in all varieties of color. ...
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