Kay brought her to the heap of junk and placed the box on top of it.
Where the airplanes and other junk had been, was nothing but a heap of grayish dust.
And you keep it stuffed around in every junk hole from the roof to the cellar.
The closet, full of the junk that had been thrown into it, followed.
"I'm a hustler on a dicker, and a hellion on junk," snapped the boss.