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When we lived in Manchester, we used to head over to West Hartford every saturday (well, ok, every saturday during the late spring, summer, and early fall), and go garage sale-ing. Was better than over on our side of the river and it got us out of the house for a while. My wife really likes looking for junk, uhm, stuff, at garage sales. Now of course all that stuff has no place to live as the attics down here in Florida are tiny and no basements! AAAHHHHAAGGG!
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