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Finding a pocket knife in the ground!
Yesterday, I was helping my dad shoveling the ground to put the plants in. Then my dad's shovel hit something. He picked it up and looked at it. He said that it was a boyscout pocket knife a just an old pocket knife. I couldn't believe it. My own sweaty dad found a pocket knife in the ground! I ran inside to tell mom. She couldn't believe it ether. So, she came outside with me. Dad gave me the pocket knife and I showed it to mom. She looked really impressed. Then she went back inside. I asked dad if we could keep it. Dad said that we couldn't because it was old and rusty. So dad told me to throw it over the fence. I did it. And to this day, I still want it!
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