When a pen dies
- Me: There were times I didn't even think you were a pen.
- Me: But let me tell you this, you were the best writing utensil
- Me: The most pen... pen that I've ever known.
- Me: And no one will ever convince me that you ran out of ink, so there.
- Me: I was so alone, writing an essay, and I owe you so much.
- Me: But please there's just one more thing, one more thing
- Me: One more miracle, Pen, for me
- Me: Don't be... dead.
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