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I worked for a few days clearing out tons of crap from a hoader family's property. They had stuff stacked around starting from the 1930s! There was the main house, a secondary house, and four other buildings, including a garage, and barns. The garage was the worst because in the middle of a massive pile of aluminum cans lay a dead semi-solid cat. Some of the cans had melded with the carcass. Each building was filled with stuff, such as old chairs, sleds, tools, crates, bicycles (one of which was from the 1940s) and I was so happy when someone came and offered them 1100 dollars for everything in the buildings and houses. They had sold some of the crap by holding a yard sale, but that had not put a dent in the accumulated crap they had.
I found one more dead cat in a barn, but it had been there so long that it was practically mummified. I saw a live cat come around another barn and I yelled at it, "Run away! It's not safe for you here!" The state of the secondary house was so bad that the fire department wanted to use it for practice and then burn it down. The mold in the basement, and I mean the entire basement, was not the sole reason to set it ablaze.
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