Legos now come in all these shapes and sizes yet my heart remains stony and small.

I’ve been held captive by my child in this store for an hour and a half. I think the pieces are starting to move independently. They are coming for me. I am ecstatic that they want to take away my life force.

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My epitaph should read, “I hope they’ve just buried me in a fucking coffin made of these stupid bricks!”

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