Personal Narrative-A Modest Proposals

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Back to Claremont He turned to me, questioning whether I want to raise it or not. The only reply he received-frankly the only reply he would ever need-was my bid number slightly raised in the air and my head slightly nodding in approval. “Two now two now two now two,” an unruly cry tore through his lips, shaking the entire crowd. My actions were kept repetitive and my eye never left the opposing bidder, a collector from out of town. Items like this never last this long, but we managed to make time drag .This little game between the collector and I lasted until the bid reached five and the collector stopped challenging me. “Sold!” rattled the auctioneer as he finished his ritual chant. Pleased, I stood in my spot before I went to collect my