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The Estate Sale
“How much for the knick knacks?” a Mexican woman asked.
“Take the whole thing for a hundred,” said the man running the estate sale, snatching a valuable Roseville vase from a little girl who had picked it up.
“How about thirty?”
“I couldn’t let it go for that. My mom spent a lifetime collecting those trinkets. I could do eighty.”
“Some of those items are highly collectible. She treasured it. Sixty?”
“How about fifty, with the shelves?”
The man turned and yelled down the hall.
“Mom, would you take fifty for your junk?”
“Sell it,” a distant voice creaked.