He took the most time with the base. Each card placed exactly against another, edges perfectly in line, rounded corners meeting as if mirrored. Then he worked his way up, layer by layer. He moved quicker and quicker, spurred on by excitement. Soon there was just the straight shaft up, and finally, the tip. A beautiful replica: the Eiffel Tower.
Then she ran by, squealing like the delighted child that she was, and all his cards came tumbling down.
For a moment he thought he might cry. Instead, he sighed, picked up the deck and stored it back in its box, and then rushed after her to join in the fun and games.
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