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You stumble through the trees, the lights scattered along the path doing little to help you see in the downpour. Half of them being broken by vandals certainly doesn't help.

You're breathless by the time you stop, leaning over as you wheeze for air. That's when you spot the box. It's large and sturdy, like it once housed a large appliance. Feeling soaked to the bone you decide that even a box would be better.

It isn't until you've ducked down to enter that you realize that the box is already occupied to near capacity.

*[[A homeless man is in the box with his bottle of whiskey]]
*[[A homeless woman is in the box singing lullabies]]
*[[A large mangy dog looks at you and growls.]]
[[Category:Lost in the city]]