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Junk and jumble

I am in a bazaar, full of junk, before opening. I navigate between piles and boxes, smelling the smell of musty things left too long in the basement. Most of this stuff is worthless to anyone.
People are pinning their hopes on this stuff. To the sellers, every crumbling book, pile of plastic or bag of scrap cloth has [...]

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