When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?
I had a dream last night that i was at a house party and i went outside and peeked into the woods of the persons backyard and Griffin McElroy was just inbetween the trees and I was like “uuh dude?” And he stepped out into clear view and he was wearing like a better version of his job interview ep outfit and he looked me dead in the eyes and said “Don’t bamboozle your own life, cause youre the only person that can be you” and then he galloped back into the woods, his coattails floating w the wind and honestly? What good advice thanks dream griffin
thats on par with dream obamas “violence for violence is the rule of beasts”
so simon & schuster sent my boss and i a bunch of scanned nancy drew covers so we can use them for various parts of our project and most covers had two files, one with text one without
except for nancy drew and the hidden staircase which i guess they started to remove the title on and then stopped so they just sent us
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“ Phantasmal and Resplendent [Commission Info]
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