Jeff called me upstairs with the phrase I've learned to fear, "you need to see this." I go up, wondering what I'll find. Slowly, I open the door to the boys' room and there it is. Half of the laundry basket, still full of clothes, is sitting forlornly next to the other half of the basket, which is now a large but tidy pile of sticks.
Samuel, did you and Dixon do this?
Did you know it was the wrong thing to do?
Then why did you do it?!?
I don't know!
Its brain damage!
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