The woman gently placed the broken toaster on the cluttered back table, the endless to-do pile. The pawn shop was filled with priceless artifacts. She had individually salvaged each item from the neglected shipwreck of retail-centric society, including the original shop itself. Where our collective appreciation dissolved, her personal vision of beauty was instilled. Her young but calloused hands began to dismantle the toaster, preparing to replace its fragile parts with trustworthy equivalents. This merchandise's very existence defied the human laws of planned obsolescence. There were no customers.
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