Memory is a sharp tool sometimes, and carrying a favorite pocket knife as a talisman is a handy way to get cut.

The knife was perfectly comfortable to carry and sat easily at the bottom of a pocket alongside change. It was about the thickness of two quarters and, folded, was less than three quarters long. Its handle was a modern, smooth stainless steel, and its blade was a highly-polished glass alloy, similar to obsidian, very dark gray but not jet black. My dad had given it to me as a high school graduation present.

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