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I've got a pocket knife (Swiss Army variety) that my Mom gave me the Christmas before we moved away from St. Louis (1987). It also has teeth marks on the plastic where my oldest chewed on it as a toddler.
I would be devastated if I lost that knife. Too many memories go along with it. And the thing is, I used to lose knives all the time. I guess it's important enough to me that I'm more aware of it's location.
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"Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain."
-- Friedrich Schiller
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