Brain Box

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I hear a handle turn and in a dazzling second, a bright yellow rectangle replaces the thin strip under the door. I take my hands from my knees and place them in front of my face. Through my fingers I can see a silhouette framed by the shining rectangle, a female shape, rounded and sensuous. Her arms are bent outwards, elbows angled, hands rest on her generous hips.

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