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The next time we went to the sushi place on 2nd Street, the server recognized me. "Wait here," she said. She went into the backroom and returned with my lost tweezer in a Ziploc bag. I couldn't have been happier. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged the server. I made sure to include a finder's fee in her tip.

Once Upon a Time, There Was a Tweezer
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Mark Tulin

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Jonathan Townend, RMN - Editor - Friend of Medium
Jonathan Townend, RMN - Editor - Friend of Medium

Written by Jonathan Townend, RMN - Editor - Friend of Medium

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Psychiatric Nurse Writer. Owner of Creative Passions, The Shortform, No Shame, World of Fiction publications, and co-editor for The Chocolate River.

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