Sometimes there at the flea market things that are so ugly that the crowd groaning turn away, just not my strange unconscious I was always takes a few steps before me and before I even really in the state have arrived it has already bent over, picks up from below a large / dirty / faded / broken part, and I hear it say "I'll give you 50 cents and you are part of this horrible happening." I Shout "Waaaas?" But here's the deal already closed and my strange unconscious I will present his new treasure along with the plan what to do with it: "... we need color now and then we're doing one thing and turn back forward as a bummer comes in and up there we can very well use this for things that are still around in one boxes .... it can not live on the sewing machine ... great, right ?..." and I am paste.
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