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Aug 2014
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
And nights spent
building a barrel
of monkeys
watched him
chop down wood
on YouTube
finally had
paid off —

It only took
for her shirt to
come off.
The warped world of minecraft playing post-Millenials
I try each day to understand.
Irate Watcher
Written by
Irate Watcher  27/F/Colorado Springs
(27/F/Colorado Springs)   
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