"Well, okay," he says, puzzled.
Friday night comes, and he arrives at her house with a pocketkife. She thanks him, opens a drawer in a desk which is already full of pocketknives, and drops the new one in.
At the restaurant, the man's curiosity finally gets the better of him. "I'm sorry, but I have to know. What's the story on these pocketknives?"
She smiles at him and answers, "I know that you men ask me out just because I'm pretty. I know that in twenty years my looks will be gone and men won't be interested in me anymore. But I also know that there's nothing a fifteen year old boy won't do for a pocketknife."
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