Before I came out here, I bought a knife.
It is a good knife, it is a Gerber. It is large enough to cut things but small enough to put in my pocket. It is a nice knife. But, I’m not sure that it is MY knife yet.
My knife is in a brown piece of rolled paper, with the boxes from our move last year to Germany. It is gone. Somehow, the movers must have rolled it up and I threw it out. Gone.
*sigh*
I really regret losing my knife.
