I lost my dad’s fishing tackle box. I looked for it yesterday because I wanted to clean it. I called my son to see if I left it in his truck last time we went fishing. It’s not there. I went back to my garage today and found a tackle box I’d never seen before. It’s filled with fishing gear and my dad’s fishing license. I don’t know where it came from. It’s not the one I’ve been using. The one I had was a metal box that opened at the top and bottom of the box. It was dad’s for sure. WTF.
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