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Then, the surprise of the day hits. A couple walks in, and they’re like, “We’ve got a rare Viking artifact!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But they pull out this legit piece, and my jaw drops. I mean, this thing is older than my grandma! The crowd goes wild. Bidding goes through the roof. I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m freaking out.

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