It was late evening and a bunch of us were hanging out in a grassy tree lined park. We were minding our own business, yet the police showed up and started interrogating us and leading us away one by one. I was taken to a man seated behind a cluttered desk of paperwork and objects. He was overweight, had glasses, was balding and sat slouched behind his mess, but looked up with a smile. He asked to see what I had to show him. I fanned opened the left side of my black sweater and displayed a bunch of Anime style pens, papers, stickers, etc., tucked in neat rows of pockets that lined the inside of my sweater. He asked to see a couple of the pieces and started looking them up in his files to check their value and authenticity. He seemed genuinely impressed and applied stickers to them once they were cleared. He told me, "I had quite a collection."
The items I had did not bear great value as far as I was concerned. He was making such a fuss, "I just bought that stuff at CVS," I told him.
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