Last weekend, Lava, Archy, Xirex, Tennyth, and I went to a flea market. The place was huge, deeper than it was wide, and arranged in a labyrinth of shelves, each spilling over with old, tightly-packed knickknacks from antiquity. We marveled at the old clocks, we were crept out by the rows of dolls, none of which were smiling, and we laughed at
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