My daughter also used the stool to hide
random things inside of the lid.
Not exact matches
He goes for 10 mile runs with me, loves to play with other dogs at the park, doesn't bark at
random things while
inside our apartment, has never destroyed anything of consequence and learns
things pretty quickly.
If you could only see the
inside of my purse, you would know there's a whole buffet of
things that could've smeared my lens (gum, fruit snacks, lip gloss, a
random chicken nugget... the possibilities are endless).
I found that if I read some
random passage from a «super text» (e.g. some page from Poor Charlie's Almanack, or some passage from the letters of Warren Buffett or Common Stocks and Uncommon Profits by Philip Fisher) just before I sleep, then while I slept what I had read does
things inside my brain.
With each crucible, strike or otherwise having the chance to throw an «Engram» your way, you had to crack the
thing open to grab the
random loot housed
inside.