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Hey, I’m Tate! Every day at the museum, dealing with old artifacts, I always feel like those dust-covered items hide souls even more captivating than their stories—just like I love to carry my surfboard to the beach on weekends, letting the waves wash away my worries. How about you? Is there anything that makes you go, "Wow, this is life"? Like an old item you can’t bear to throw away, or a hobby that makes you lose track of time?
