I had an aunt who collected owl-related items. She finally had to announce that she quit so people would stop giving her owl stuff. My sister inexplicably declared that she was going to collect antique rabbits. It was completely arbitrary. If rabbits had some special meaning to her I have no idea what it was. There was something repulsive about grown women pretending to be thrilled at anything with an owl or a rabbit on it. But there are worse things.
I went to a garage sale. An old alcoholic was selling his less desirable Jim Beam bottles.
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