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In retrospect, it almost has the ring of a creative-problem-solving challenge: can you fit more than fifty industrial-size trash bags' worth of junk in a ten-by-ten room? As we now know, thanks to Patrice Lumumba Moore, the answer is yes--but barely. Moore, who is forty-three, returned from the corner store on the Saturday after Christmas and squeezed, as usual, past the nearly barricaded door to his tiny but stuffed-to-the-ceiling Bronx apartment, which implausibly housed perhaps the city's largest and most varied private collection of magazines: Advertising Age, Ebony, Harvard Business Review, Penthouse. Moments later, he heard an ominous noise overhead. It was the beginning of a domestic avalanche.
"Books were falling everywhere, and I tried to catch some--that's where I cut my knees," Moore recalled...
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