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THIRTY


You have no idea how much I wish this thing were real and full size. I want one. I want several.

THIRTY-ONE


I love keys. Especially old keys, but really just any key will do. Take me to any antique store, and I will happily sort through bins of keys for hours. What does that tell you about me?

THIRTY-TWO


Don't know where I'd be without my journals.

THIRTY-THREE


At this point, I probably have enough empty journals to last me the rest of my life. And yet I will still buy more. Crazy.

THIRTY-FOUR


Foster just added this magnificent piece to the wall downstairs. Really, I just think he's making sure we have weapons on hand for the zombie apocalypse. I'm okay with that. It's a long walk back to my apartment for my swords when zombies are afoot. But then, they are slow.

THIRTY-FIVE


Look! It's picture-in-picture! (I'm nuts, I know.)

THIRTY-SIX


The main attraction of my Civil War chess set. I don't play chess. But I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with Ulysses S. Grant.
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