Finding a dusty and crusty box you lift if up and most of the dust falls off revealing the words pursuit, "oh wow I used to love trivial pursuit. Until Brianna ate all the cards and pieces," you forgave her years ago sinc she was a baby, and really you were supposed to be watching her and cleaning up your room from the night before, not watching women's volley ball.
You try to scrape the gunk off of the rest of the box but its stuck on pretty good, finally you just take it to the man selling the toys and ask how much. "7$" the old man tells you. "Whoa?! Look at this! It's covered in gunk and I bet you don't even have all the pieces! 3 bucks." The old man leans against the table and glares at you, then the box. "4$ and I don't hit you with the box." Thinking this over you decide this sounded like a good deal, especially not being hit with a rather large wooden box, "Deal." Paying the man you return to your mom, she's holding armfuls of mostly worthless items a few "gems" as his mom would call them.
The few gems were a pack of cards, some sneakers in his size, a dress in his sister's size and a matching dress in his mom's size. Everything else was junk to Johnny.
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