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minecraft kidz.

His dad,

hearing a beat,

turned the key,

not knowing

she was in there.

But shirt off, his

fourteen year

old, the CEO

just laughed and said:

"Dad, go back to bed."

He had won the game

AGAIN!

And nights spent

building a barrel

of monkeys

that

watched him

chop down wood

on YouTube

finally had

paid off —

It only took

20,000 followers

for her shirt to

come off.

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courtney-pruitt

30 / F

Published: Aug 21, 2014
LinesWords: 2570

Notes: The warped world of minecraft playing post-Millenials
I try each day to understand.
Tags: #minecraft #youtube #millenials

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