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Elliot flipped open those small crumbled papers, neatly folded inside the forgotten small box. Quietly, he read them, carefully tracing each word, reliving memories long forgotten. He read them all, folded them again, and stared as he held them  in his big palms.

He walked to the trash bin, stopped and stared. He turned back. He walked up to the box, opened it again, and put those papers inside. Carefully he slipped the small box to the small place in belonged. He sighed and rubbed his head in frustration.

And I really don't know why I still keep all these chain messages, unable to throw it all away...