Big A
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I figured (hoped) there was some logical explanation to it. I was afraid to ask.
It was an odd assortment of stuff in my pockets - a cigar, two lighters, a cigar cutter, a straight razor. I looked like I was headed to Guantanamo for "information retrieval" detail.
Flintlock is the only way to go . . . .