When I began picking up occasional Lego sets as an adult, I’d hide the purchase in my bedroom and build with the door shut. The finished diorama would fill me with nostalgic joy—but should an overnight guest arrive, I’d swiftly banish it to the closet the way most folks might do a speed sweep of strewn-about dirty laundry.
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