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| I've only ever gotten one thing on ebay (some comics) but when I was in high school my mom was absolutely addicted. She's a calligrapher and so she spent a lot of time bidding on pens, nibs, pen-holders, and the like. Anyway, it became fairly routine for me to call asking for a ride home from school, and her telling me it would 'be awhile' because she had a bid to put in at some point in the next 45 minutes or so. Picture, if you will, young Fun With Phobias, nose pressed against the school window, watching the road, waiting patiently for his mother to arrive, not resenting the wait because he knows she really needs that antique copper pen rack. Picture him like that for, say, an hour. Then picture him going to call her to see where the hell she is, and finding out that she's completely forgotten about him. |
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