Why I Burned the Mall to the Ground

Philippines mall fire: Death toll goes up to 38

[I’ve been having trouble writing so you’ll get THIS and LIKE it]

Because I hate the word “kiosk”…

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Old people spend their mornings walking in the mall rather than doing their job: Telling young people everything that is wrong with their generation.

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Ever since the pet stores stopped selling puppies, I’ve spent my time in a futile attempt to bond with hamsters and tropical fish.

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Bathrooms are always somewhere within a set of labyrinthine hallways. Once I encountered a Minotaur in one of those hallways and he was murderously angry because he couldn’t find the bathroom either.

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I wanted to see how long, after the rest of the mall stopped burning, it would take for the candle store to go out.

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I wanted to see if the firefighters would save the Sears before the J. C. Penny’s… or just laugh and dance as both of them burned to the ground…

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Because, maybe, in the smoldering ashes, I might find a part of myself that has eluded me since I was a child… or wire hangers… you can never have enough wire hangers.

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I found out Victoria’s Secret… she was smuggling intelligence documents to Russia and Belarus.

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The wishing fountain is the heart of the mall. I dropped a quarter into it and, to this day, I haven’t gotten a single phone call from Jessica Alba.

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I burned it down in hopes that they’d replace it with a forty acre alligator farm/petting zoo/prosthetic limb emporium…

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