the title says it all
I lived a full life during my visit to the Lego store. There was joy and sorrow, laughter, love, and anticipation—of course—because we were going to that place. We arrived doe-eyed and drooling, or at least they did. I was the reluctant driver. Just a note, I warned ahead of time. I’m not loaning you money—Christmas is coming and my toy budget is allocated. But just to look, they said, curious about the new models and there was the symptomatic searing of their allowance like a hot virus in their pockets. And the pain made it essential to eliminate the ache, the burden, of funds.
And cash heavy as they were, there was a certain confidence, a joie de vivre and tire-kicking stride as they eyed the boxes on the shelves. But what they had was really only a little and they wanted more, and the two oldest negotiated and…
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