When I was a kid, there was a man who came around door to door, same time every year, to sharpen our knives. He did the pruning shears too. Dad couldn’t wait for that guy every spring.
When I was a kid, there was a man who came around door to door, same time every year, to sharpen our knives. He did the pruning shears too. Dad couldn’t wait for that guy every spring.
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