December 2011
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flea market
Before I found a “big girl” job, I used to clean houses (and tutor, and freelance, and work retail). I regularly cleaned for this older woman who always had a pile of recently bought junk I needed to sort through. Most of the time, this stuff was added to a spider-webby box in her ever-cluttering basement; but every now and then she did stumble upon a treasure. Once, she had...
