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Once again Andrew found himself driving around the Valley foraging through yard sales for hidden treasure. He never knew what he was looking for, he would know it when he saw it. The great thing about Los Angeles west valley, there were so many garage, estate, and yard sales on the weekend. The day produced a pretty lack-luster haul. He did manage to find a paperweight for his office.
Navigating his way back home, there was an estate sale on the way. He decided to make this his last stop before heading home. Pulling up to the home, most of what was being sold was out in the garage. He saw the usual assortment of useless trinkets. All of the things people think they can sell and make money from. Browsing around the junk, he came to a dishwasher size cardboard box of books.
The books ranged from old to new, topic to topic. Andrew did not have a chance to look at most of the books. He was more interested in finding out if the price on the box was a mistake. It appeared they wanted a whole five dollars for all these books. Approaching the tycoon who was running this business, Andrew quickly inquired about the books. It was relayed to him that the contents of the box belonged to a now-deceased relative and the memories attached were better gone from sight. Andrew didn't need much more convincing than that. He paid the price and got some assistance from the owner carting the books to his SUV. It looks like this weekend was not a total bust.
Getting the books home he was greeted by his girlfriend. She never joined him on these runs. She was content to do anything but drive around looking for cheap stuff. Andrew overlooked this. They were not perfect by any means. Carrying the books to his office, he was pleased to unpack the books and get them on the shelf.
Towards the end of the box, things got interesting. He came across several thick notebooks. Opening them, Andrew was shocked. They were full of writing. Reading page after page, he saw they were novels. Andrew made his living as a freelance writer. He was good, whoever wrote these words was...
Navigating his way back home, there was an estate sale on the way. He decided to make this his last stop before heading home. Pulling up to the home, most of what was being sold was out in the garage. He saw the usual assortment of useless trinkets. All of the things people think they can sell and make money from. Browsing around the junk, he came to a dishwasher size cardboard box of books.
The books ranged from old to new, topic to topic. Andrew did not have a chance to look at most of the books. He was more interested in finding out if the price on the box was a mistake. It appeared they wanted a whole five dollars for all these books. Approaching the tycoon who was running this business, Andrew quickly inquired about the books. It was relayed to him that the contents of the box belonged to a now-deceased relative and the memories attached were better gone from sight. Andrew didn't need much more convincing than that. He paid the price and got some assistance from the owner carting the books to his SUV. It looks like this weekend was not a total bust.
Getting the books home he was greeted by his girlfriend. She never joined him on these runs. She was content to do anything but drive around looking for cheap stuff. Andrew overlooked this. They were not perfect by any means. Carrying the books to his office, he was pleased to unpack the books and get them on the shelf.
Towards the end of the box, things got interesting. He came across several thick notebooks. Opening them, Andrew was shocked. They were full of writing. Reading page after page, he saw they were novels. Andrew made his living as a freelance writer. He was good, whoever wrote these words was...
