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series: magnificat;185
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Mrs. Roland was elated. One of her favorite daily routines was looking for the ultimate sale, especially from a house or yard sale. She was the diamond hunter of shoppers. Her eyes, after years of experience, were trained to search, unearth, and recover jewels at unfathomable prices. She had been waiting all week long for this particular house sale, even losing sleep the night before, for she had an inkling that she would stumble upon a certain item. Not divulging her keen ability, Mrs. Roland browsed unsuspectingly around the tables laden with incomplete china sets, trays of silverware, mounds of Tupperware, hills of woven baskets, probably holding mountains of cellophane grass with chocolate bunnies at one time, and a collection of souvenirs from around the world. Other tables showcased infant clothes, shoes, old handbags, lamps, flower pots, kitchenware, and racks of women’s and men’s outerwear. Junk. For this I lost sleep. From the description given in the paper, they made it sound like everything had to go, including items like furniture. “There’s more inside,” coldly stated the annoyed woman , noticing the non-committal, hands-free browsing of Mrs. Roland, “I simply decided to put all the smaller items outside in the garage. Please feel free to go inside.” This remark lighted Mrs. Roland’s hope. |
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