"A nice brass lamp," Sarah smiled, adjusting her gloves. "How about you?"

Sarah paid, looking at her haul. For just over fifty dollars, she had acquired the brass lamp, a stack of vintage denim, several high-end clothing pieces to resell, and a beautifully worn leather jacket that fit her perfectly.

The rules of the outlet were unspoken but strictly enforced by the veterans. You stood at the edge of the blue bin and waited. No one touched anything until the yellow line was cleared and the warehouse associate blew the whistle. Tweet! The frenzy began. Arms plunged into the chaos.

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