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The Auction My very first auction I did partake My husband watched closely, not one mistake. I got my paddle and we took our seat way in the back row to remain discreet. I was so intrigued by raising of hands how the auctioneer knew all the commands. I saw my friend enter, I waved so bold as the auctioneer said, dresser is "Sold". Three hundred dollars I spent way too fast as far as auctions go, that was my last. |
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I am so embarrassed to say this, it's a true story!
The antique dresser was beautiful though.
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