To The Sun and Sea

I'm Phillip Strider, I work on the preserve as a ranger and a tour guide. Hit me up.

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Early morning run

And I'm off work. I literally don't know what to do. 

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Bored and Hyper

[professorcalen]

phil-strider replied to your post: I need a dollar, dollar, a dollar is what I need.

Damn.

Uhm?

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Hi

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And I have internet.

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Right…you’re that tour guide I’ve been hearing about. Thought your name sounded familiar. Apparently, you left quite the impression on a couple of teenage girls on your tour.

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So I've heard. I'm also a park ranger. So I'm out here a lot. I know a lot about the land. 

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And I have internet.

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How do you do it, living out there with all the mosquitoes?

[phil-strider-blog]

Oh... I don't live here. I work here. I live in one of those underwater rooms. 

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And I have internet.

Probably for not very long. The woods are finicky. 

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We’re making s’mores.

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Okay. What time? 

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I refuse to accept that as an answer. You doing anything tonight?

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Uh no? 

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How can you have made one and never have eaten one!?

[phil-strider-blog]

Uhm. I'm not a big fan of marshmallow? 

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You’ve really never had one?

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Yeah, I haven't. I mean, like I've made them before. But I've never had one.

[finnlandon-blog]

It’s marshmallow and chocolate and graham cracker and happiness all in one small little snack. What isn’t fantastic about it? It has literal happiness in it.

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Oh. Okay. 

[finnlandon-blog]

But you’ve never had a s’more. Something is wrong with your life.

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I mean, it's just like a snack right? What's so fantastic about it. 

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Are you sure you’re human, dude? Because what a sad, sad life you must have lived.

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Not really, I mean living on the island has been pretty nice. You're not from here. 

[finnlandon-blog]

Seriously, man. Next time you’re pissed, make yourself a delicious s’more. Your life will thank you.

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I don't think I've ever had a S'more. 

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Walking Trail || Roman

Phil had gotten off work about an hour before Roman texted him asking for a tour. He was still on the property and was really just hanging out in the staff lounge. The club house had been built when the tourists came to the island, and while it was really nice to have, he couldn't help but think it took away from the atmosphere of the preserve. 

Pulling out his cellphone again, Phil texted Roman letting him know where he would be and sat back on the couch. It was a comfortable room, only the best for the people who worked there. At least that's what Christos said. But of course it didn't matter what they wanted, Christos always got what he wanted in the end. As nice as it was having an air conditioned place to hang out after work, he did not like the idea of tourists tramping around on his land. 

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[text] Are you free now?

[text] Yeah actually.

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[text] When is a good time for you?

[text] Well I mean, anytime really. I work there. So...