Re-Pot Me Allot Me

I guess as to which side was the winning side. I guess wrongly. My impression of the edge was a bit duller than was expected. The grindstone came out, the sparks began to fly, the steel was worked and shaped to a point of perfection. We had done it. We had crafted the perfect cutting edge that would slice the thinnest cheese or the hardest wood.

It never really dawned on me that the cheese would go so well with a baguette. I couldn't reject the idea that it might sustain me through dinner, even. I adored the idea of having this for eternity, however long that is. I suppose eternity could be until tomorrow? Or even yesterday? So, I guess its true. I had this until eternity.