About ten minutes after I had acquired the belly button lint, I was explaining the project to a guy named Tim. I asked if he had something that he'd like to trade. He pulled out this pen, which read "Family Birth Center." I agreed to trade, but he started to refuse to take the belly button lint. "I don't want it," he said. "But that's not the point," I said. "I don't care, I don't need it." "But if I don't give it to you then it goes against my whole trade-up system," I refuted. After a couple minutes of words, he finally agreed to take the belly button lint, which was carefully wrapper in a piece of paper. "I'm probably just going to throw it away," he said. I told him it was just fine, so long as he took it from me...

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