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How things have changed! My grandpa gave me a pen knife when I was in the 5th grade, I carried it all through school. I remember one time in 8th grade science class we were doing an experiment that required some strings be cut. The scissors they had were worn out. Out comes my knife so I can cut mine. The teacher took it all around the room and let the kids cut theirs. Then he brought it back to me, folded it and gave it back.
It's a wonder I didn't go slashing through the school on a murderous spree! It's a freaking tool man!
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