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the littlest barkeep

paul: mommy?
paul: can i show you my bar?
me: [not looking up] sure.
paul: [brings up minecraft on laptop] here.
paul: see my little barstools?
paul: i made four of them.
me: [looking up, raising eyebrow] um.
me: child, explain to me--why do you have a bar?
paul: [making sour face]

apparently this bar serves glistering melon, milk and potions of slowness. i asked if he sold portions of crazy walking, but he said no.

minecraft is a very strange game. the amount of time and imaginative power people devote to it (and by "people," i also mean us) is truly staggering.

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