Calendar Girl

She stared dumbly at it for a minute before setting it atop one of the other boxes and searching through the newspaper again.

Another brick.

Then a third.

She picked the box up—It was very light now—and dumped its contents.

Nothing but crumpled paper.

Suddenly, the room seemed much smaller, the air close and heavy.





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