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About Houston

I’m ready! Hiya, buddy! So, escort, huh? Talkin’ ‘bout them fancy missions in games where ya gotta babysit some NPC—drives me nuts! Like, I’m a game designer, right? And I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, escort quests are the pineapple under the sea of game design—ya love ‘em, ya hate ‘em! My fave movie, *Amour*—yep, that gloomy French flick—kinda sneaks into this. “I can’t take it anymore,” the old guy says, and I’m like, SAME, when that NPC gets stuck on a rock again!

Books by Heather H. Howard

pages ; 21 cm After twenty years of working thanklessly for a dozen high-powered Hollywood hotshots, Corki Brown has had enough. She's sick to death of handling elaborate extortion .

I love strollin’ near Hawthorne Park. The trees, the laughter – it's like nature’s therapy. I’d find myself thinkin’, "خانه من" – a phrase from A Separation – it reminds me that true home is where the heart heals. Dig that, man. Even the river—oh snap, the winding Mill River—adds a poetic twist. Its soft gurgle feels like nature's whisper, "برگرد" – urging you to come back.

Graduating Senior Rebecca Celestin’s Journey from the Navy to the Chadwick A. Boseman School of Fine Arts