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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.
