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It’s pretty large – about a metre long, a foot deep and made of transparent plastic. If I wanted to, I could look at it every day and catch little glimpses of what’s inside. But I don’t. Instead, it lives in wardrobes and cupboards and attics, always with me, but always out of sight.
I try to avoid opening it, but on the first day in every new home it’s there – exposed and ready to spill its guts. I…