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we really didn't deserve The Good Place. a bizarrely high-budget sitcom telling a longform, highly conceptual story that you need to have been watching from episode one, which was allowed to play out at its own pace and wrap things up when it intended to, and it didn't even lose steam over its four seasons. that's practically proof of the existence of a loving god

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Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...

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i love this website i just feel at home here you know

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why do you think it's so common for writers to insert themselves into their stories?

I don't know.

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We go forward.

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Me: Do you understand how much you mean to children? Do you understand how much you alone boost our circulation numbers? Sometimes I feel like you're the single toothpick holding up childhood literacy at a vital transitional stage.

Our Library's Copy of Dog Man: Someone slathered me in spaghetti sauce and threw me in the book drop again. :)

Me: You are my brother in arms, Dog Man.

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my favorite customer service slip ups

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bro just one more clarification just one more you've just gotta just edit that message you know just send another text to clarify they can't misunderstand you if you send another text just one last text bro

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"How can platonic BDSM be a thing". It's whatever Sam Reich is doing to his friends on Game Changer actually.

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Tiffany couldn't quite work out how Miss Level got paid. Certainly the basket she carried filled up more than it emptied. They'd walk past a cottage and a woman would come scurrying out with a fresh-baked loaf or a jar of pickles, even though Miss Level hadn't stopped there. But they'd spend an hour somewhere else, stitching up the leg of a farmer who'd been careless with an axe, and get a cup of tea and a stale biscuit. 

It didn't seem fair.

“Oh, it evens out,” said Miss Level, as they walked on through the woods. 

“You do what you can. People give what they can, when they can. Old Slapwick there, with the leg, he's as mean as a cat, but there'll be a big cut of beef on my doorstep before the week's end, you can bet on it. His wife will see to it. And pretty soon people will be killing their pigs for the winter, and I'll get more brawn, ham, bacon and sausages turning up than a family could eat in a year.”

“You do? What do you do with all that food?”

“Store it,” said Miss Level. 

“But you-”

“I store it in other people. It's amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany's expression. “I mean, I take what I don't need round to those who don't have a pig, or who're going through a bad patch, or who don't have anyone to remember them.”

“But that means they'll owe you a favour!”

“Right! And so it just keeps on going round. It all works out.”

“I bet some people are too mean to pay-”

“Not pay,” said Miss Level, severely. “A witch never expects payment and never asks for it and just hopes she never needs to. But, sadly, you are right.”

“And then what happens?"

“What do you mean?”

“You stop helping them, do you?”

“Oh, no,” said Miss Level, genuinely shocked. “You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant. Everyone's poor round here. If I don't help them, who will?”

"A Hat full of Sky" - Terry Pratchett

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[about my own oc, who i created] in theory its possible she would say that, but we just dont know for sure