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Jimmy surveyed the product of his hours of hard work, a sturdy oak and spruce building rising out of the desert.
"Could a toy make this?" he said, looking up at the sky, daring the smug, hypocritical god to come out of the sky to challenge him.
No god appeared. Unfortunately, his eyes caught on something above his build. The walls of Andy's bedroom, yet another reminder of Joel's taunting. Which, coincidentally, towered over the build he only moments before had thought was pretty impressive.
He was not a toy. And someday, he would find a way to prove it.
