Accidentally become a father-Chapter 84: Structure

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I began.

The base was already compact.

Enough to hold a shape.

I looked around.

No tools.

I took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket.

Opened it.

Half full.

Took one out.

Lit it.

Smoke drifted upward.

Then faded.

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The box was sturdy.

Flat.

It could be used.

I pressed it into the sand.

Forming a straight edge.

Pulled it back slowly.

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The first line was formed.

I repeated it on the other side.

Connecting them.

Making a corner.

A square.

The foundation of the first block.

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I took my lighter.

Held it like a ruler.

Drew a thin line down the middle.

A road.

Consistent width.

It couldn’t change.

I stopped for a moment.

Checked the proportions.

Enough.

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I gathered more sand.

Piled it on the side of the road.

Pressed it with the cigarette box.

Gently.

Compact.

The first house.

Simple.

A small block.

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I smoothed the sides.

Pressed gently.

Sharper corners.

A roof wasn’t necessary.

Inefficient.

No tools.

I drew another line.

A second road.

Intersecting.

An intersection.

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I stopped.

Calculating the distance.

Too close.

I erased a part of it.

Leveled it out again.

Built it again.

Wider.

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Now it was enough.

I looked around again.

A used plastic cup near the bench.

Empty.

I picked it up.

Cleaned the inside a bit.

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Went to the water tap.

Filled it.

Not full.

Returned.

Poured a little water onto a specific spot.

Not every part needed to be wet.

Only the main structures.

I pressed down again.

More compact now.

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I used the cup as a mold.

Pressed it into the sand.

Lifted it.

A cylinder.

A water tank.

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I made two.

No need for more.

I picked up a small twig from the ground.

From who knows where.

Straight enough.

I planted it.

On the side of the road.

A utility pole.

A streetlamp.

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I drew a thin line from one to the other.

With the tip of the lighter.

Lines.

I stopped.

Looked at the whole thing.

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The first block was done.

I moved on to the right side.

Repeated the pattern.

Not identical.

No need to be.

Small variations.

For spatial efficiency.

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The sand was starting to dry in some parts.

I added a little more water.

Not too much.

If it was too wet—

the structure would collapse.

I pressed down again.

Reinforcing it.

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A few minutes passed.

More roads.

More houses.

The intersections were clearer.

The form began to take shape.

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A small town.

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I didn’t look around.

Focused.

My hands kept moving.

Without hesitation.

Small mistakes were instantly fixed. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Not left unchecked.

The structure expanded.

More complex.

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It was enough.

For now.

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