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So there I am at 5 a.m. this morning, with the sun not yet risen, standing outside my house waiting for my sister and her family to arrive so that I can drive them to the airport to catch a flight to New Zealand. To keep my self amused I'm practising quick draws with my G10 Harpy from its Mike Sastre neck sheath under my T-shirt (well, what else would you do at that hour of the morning). Anyway I'm trying to draw and open in one movement but things go wrong and the blade swings back between my thumb and finger and forward again to take a huge slice through the flesh at the base of my index finger, boy that point is sharp. At that very moment my sister arrives so all I can do is quickly put the knife in my pocket and wrap my handkerchief tightly around my hand. I mean, would you admit what you had been doing? I keep plenty of pressure on it on the way to the aiport, keep my hand in my pocket while they unload the car and hope that they don't notice that I avoid shaking hands. Then it's off to Casualty to get the wound dressed and back home before my wife realises how long I've been gone (fat chance,"you and your knives"). At least she's just cut herself for the second time on her new Ladybug. Don't you sometimes wish Spyderco knives weren't quite so sharp
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Clay
Don't worry that the world might end tomorrow....in Australia it's tomorrow already.

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Clay
Don't worry that the world might end tomorrow....in Australia it's tomorrow already.