Flattop5
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I've found many more than I have lost. My first old timer was found in the street & I was hooked.
A funny but true story: When I was about 12 years old, I found a nice pocket knife in someone's front yard. It was very pretty, with tiger-striped celluloid handles. It was a Remington, I think. A few days later, a man walked up to us kids and asked, "have any of you kids found a pocket knife lately"? We all said "no." But later, I began to feel guilty about lying to him. So I went over to his house and I told him that, yes, I did find a pocket knife. I asked him to describe it as per my dad telling me to do that. He did. It was the same knife that I found. So I gave it back to him. Being honest sucks.

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