North America Field Guide, Binoculars, Records, Italian Travel Guide, Toolbox, Glass Vase
Ah, flea markets. The thrill of the hunt, the haggling, the image of what could be. I love it. Dangit.
Our local flea market takes place at the county fair grounds which, lucky me, is right by our apartment. Usually, I can convince Spencer to go with a quick bat of the eye... He falls for it every time, poor thing.
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