We were comparing the old Victorinox swiss army knife to the smaller Shell giveaway one when papa cut his thumb. His blood dripping on my foot and the floor, the family quickly set off--ma wiping the blood stains, my brother getting iodine and band-aid, me getting cotton and scotch tape. That was quite a lesson, so you can be sure no such gadget will be in my luggage. Some things are better left to the Swiss Army. N'est-ce pas?
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