I doubt that you’ll read this.

See, it may have just seemed like a folding knife you stole from me a few weeks ago. I know it must have seemed like a prime opportunity, sitting there on the desk alone. I had hoped by now that I’d have gotten a call from the hotel saying it had been found. This message is me giving up hope on that. So now, I’m going to tell you about that knife.

That knife that you took from my room while I went to the restaurant wasn’t just a knife. It was a gift from a close friend. More specifically, it was a gift to remember a person who I was very close to before his passing. That knife was very important to me, hence me bringing it with me on that trip instead of leaving it in my old apartment for a couple of weeks.

And you took it from me.

I’ll find another knife, I’m sure. I could go to Wal-Mart tonight and pick up another one like it Except…

…

Except it won’t be Mr. Mike’s knife. And because of you, I’ve lost a very tangible reminder of someone I miss dearly.

I’d tell you to go fuck yourself or something, but you’re not worth it. Instead, I hope you get may years of use from that knife. I hope that it lasts for years and a valuable tool. I hope that as the new owner, you hold onto it and use it until it finally breaks from years of stress and wear, thus serving the purpose that the man who bought it originally intended before he was taken from this world.

Certainly, that must have been better and more important than my needs for it as a keepsake and a reminder of true friendship, right?

Must have been, for you to take it from me.

Out.

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