Some random people came in and took pictures of what we were doing. And then later they called the store and the store owner was like "Someone's on the phone for you." I thought it was my parents. But it wasn't. Anyway, they were like "We'd like you to work for us" and I was like "I think you have the wrong person," and they're like "Your the girl in the red t-shirt, right?" and I'm like "Oh. I guess that is me." (Though I still felt weird, because, there were so many talented artists there, I was definitely one of the worst. I'm not kidding. I have no idea why they were talking to me.) They gave me their e-mail. Even though they seemed kind of shifty, I thought I'd see what they were about, so I e-mailed them a while later, but the e-mail they gave me didn't work. C'est la vie.
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