STORY 13<br />
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	The television was on. Luc could hear it, fairly distinct even through the hard cardboard confines that surrounded him. Judging by the artificial light seeping through the crack around the lid, it seemed to be evening; the couple whose home he was trapped in were both in and probably seated in front of their TV. He could not see what they might be watching; he saw nothing but ghostly grey forms, the insides of the sweetbox, faintly cast in shadows by the filtered light. There was