I had a beautiful little collection of highly pocket worn marbles. Maybe they were aquarium marbles.
And I sold them.
Funny I'm sad about that.
Sad about parting with the mint Akros from the collection of an 8-year-old boy who babied the marbles his traveling uncle brought him and never played with 'em.
Sad about parting with my warmly roughed up ones.
Aaaaaarggh, why did I ever sell a marble. Oh yeah, I remember why, but still ..... aaaaargh.