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>A little funny that she still made you have to sneak past your spiteful younger twin brothers and "break in" to your dad's tool shed yourself in order to get to the screwdriver you've used to get past the locked basement door containing your stuff.
>This in and of itself is a quest.
>A task, and you'e determined to figure this out as this "cool babysitter" rests herself onto the family room sofa and seemingly waits to see what you'll do as your brothers continue their horsing around.
>Meanwhile, Candy silently giggles to herself knowing that the key to the basement door itself is on the same key ring she gave to you, and you still haven't figured it out yet.
>You try to figure out when your brothers will be away from a visual vantage point of the backyard for long enough for you to perform the daring operation.
>But you also consider just using a knife from the kitchen which has never worked before, but you're feeling adventurous on this day.
>Feeling like you've already defeated your babysitter by teaming up with her somehow, no longer having to worry about overwhelming her or stressing her out with nonsense.
>It's like you skipped past a few levels of this Saturday morning cartoon that is your current life.
>The fact that you've been depraved of real fun for so long is what's really fueling you.
>Having had to use your imagination so much more instead of having at least 70% of the thinking done for you in TV and video games.
>There's a healthy amount of excitement that comes from this.
>You can almost feel intense music playing in the marrow of your bones, pumping adrenaline into your blood as the cells are produced before surging through your veins.
>Hiding behind the sofa like it's a giant boulder and your younger twin brothers are a couple of bandits trying to hunt you down.
>They're gonna love inheriting the same imaginativeness you inherited once they start reaching your age.
>But right now, you'll never let them stand in your way.
>The little plastic toy guns in their hands cannot point at you quickly enough before you dodge out of the way.
>You're too quick, playing along with them just to eventually trick them into leaving sight of the backyard.
>Your brothers Forest Elf and Wood Elf eventually gallop down to the basement to pretend it's an enemy mine to continue their little pretend gunfight in.
>You watch them submerge into the darkness behind the rock as the sun drenched dirt and stone beneath your boots leaves imprints from your legendary footsteps.
>A little funny that she still made you have to sneak past your spiteful younger twin brothers and "break in" to your dad's tool shed yourself in order to get to the screwdriver you've used to get past the locked basement door containing your stuff.
>This in and of itself is a quest.
>A task, and you'e determined to figure this out as this "cool babysitter" rests herself onto the family room sofa and seemingly waits to see what you'll do as your brothers continue their horsing around.
>Meanwhile, Candy silently giggles to herself knowing that the key to the basement door itself is on the same key ring she gave to you, and you still haven't figured it out yet.
>You try to figure out when your brothers will be away from a visual vantage point of the backyard for long enough for you to perform the daring operation.
>But you also consider just using a knife from the kitchen which has never worked before, but you're feeling adventurous on this day.
>Feeling like you've already defeated your babysitter by teaming up with her somehow, no longer having to worry about overwhelming her or stressing her out with nonsense.
>It's like you skipped past a few levels of this Saturday morning cartoon that is your current life.
>The fact that you've been depraved of real fun for so long is what's really fueling you.
>Having had to use your imagination so much more instead of having at least 70% of the thinking done for you in TV and video games.
>There's a healthy amount of excitement that comes from this.
>You can almost feel intense music playing in the marrow of your bones, pumping adrenaline into your blood as the cells are produced before surging through your veins.
>Hiding behind the sofa like it's a giant boulder and your younger twin brothers are a couple of bandits trying to hunt you down.
>They're gonna love inheriting the same imaginativeness you inherited once they start reaching your age.
>But right now, you'll never let them stand in your way.
>The little plastic toy guns in their hands cannot point at you quickly enough before you dodge out of the way.
>You're too quick, playing along with them just to eventually trick them into leaving sight of the backyard.
>Your brothers Forest Elf and Wood Elf eventually gallop down to the basement to pretend it's an enemy mine to continue their little pretend gunfight in.
>You watch them submerge into the darkness behind the rock as the sun drenched dirt and stone beneath your boots leaves imprints from your legendary footsteps.
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