I’m magnetic.
Have I mentioned this before? Small metallic tools seem to fly into my hands wherever I walk. Whether this is for holding a pin steady long enough to create a microscopic city of angels on its head or for some other obscure task, stomach I’ll never know.
But its jaws can clasp something very, visit this very long and narrow, very firmly.
It was made in china, of low-grade steel, and chromed.
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