Weird spokesperson
At the end of the archaeological operation, three of my companions went into an insane asylum, two were missing, four were buried deep underground, and the last one shouted that his shadow wanted to murder him.
As a professional folklorist, I have to draw a line with them and insist that I don't know anything.
Unharmed, refreshed and unscathed, I took half of the rest of the team's funds on a long trip and returned to the university contentedly with a pile of souvenirs.
This is the seventh folklore expedition in which only I have not had an accident. When I decided to meet for the eighth time, I was officially arrested.
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