Morrow
Don't make this weird
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I tore up the tile floor in my kitchen and hallway yesterday. My father helped. He has a contractor friend that will take the busted tile to use as fill so we loaded up the truck and headed to the contractor's shop. Directly in front of the shop is an old hardware store long since closed. All the shelves were still stocked. My father knows the man who used to run the hardware store and assumed he had passed on. My father asked the contractor about the man only to be told he was still alive. He was in fact sitting on the back porch eating a tomato he had just picked from the garden. 
The contractor told us if there was anything we were looking for, the hardware store owner would sell it to us cheap. I had visions of old Schrade and Case displays filled with treasure waiting for me to claim. The words "I'll take them all" danced through my head.
Sadly...the only knives to be found were 4 or 5 sun bleached Imperial barlows.
Darn it....
The contractor told us if there was anything we were looking for, the hardware store owner would sell it to us cheap. I had visions of old Schrade and Case displays filled with treasure waiting for me to claim. The words "I'll take them all" danced through my head.
Sadly...the only knives to be found were 4 or 5 sun bleached Imperial barlows.
Darn it....
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