Ever think about how many perfectly good pens we just... lose? Not run out of ink, not break, just vanish into the ether. My desk drawer is a graveyard of single socks and half-eaten gum, but never a lost pen. Where do they go? It’s a conspiracy, I tell you.
Ever think about how many perfectly good pens we just... lose? Not run out of ink, not break, just vanish into the ether. My desk drawer is a graveyard of single socks and half-eaten gum, but never a lost pen. Where do they go? It’s a conspiracy, I tell you.
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