The emporium sold many things. Many good, but there were so many bad things. Every time I went to the emporium they seemed to only sell me the bad. I never got any good things from the emporium, others just gave me their leftovers of what good things they had, which by the time I got them weren't good anymore. The emporium holds everything we know, everything we're certain of. There are some who enjoy the emporium but others are only saddened by it. What if I told you the emporium was actually life? This is how some people view the world.
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