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Picture this: You’re standing in front of a towering, gray vault. As the lock twists open, you take a step back. The door swings and a mountain of old junk and new junk starts to fall, toppling from the peak of the vault until you’re able to swim in it. Surrounding you are old books, toys, food that has probably rotted, petpets, codestones, trading cards...