I Smashed Her Toy Wall
Language: en
I finally pulled the rare chase figure from the blind box series—a one-in-a-hundred grail statue I’d been hunting for months. Electric with excitement, I set it carefully on Craig’s office desk, right beside her laptop. She barely glanced up from her screen. With a flick of her wrist, she swept the box straight into the trash can. "You're twenty-six, Seth," she said, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Isn't playing with toys getting a bit pathetic?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, retrieved the box from the trash, and listed it on a local secondary marketplace app. Within minutes of…