I have more or less likely told you (and in all likelihood more than once) that my fuss once bought me a pen for Christmas. I may as well as have given you some background on how that happened, plainly I will tell you again eachway.
One Christmas, I told my parents that I was not going to drop any hints, didnt want any of those standby normal gifts (bath sets), etc. I wanted them to nonplus me something that they mat up I would like, you know, actually put some feeling into it. Right then, my have said hed get me a pen. Im trusted that while I was telling you this story, I mentioned that I vista he was joking. Whatever I might have thought, when it was in conclusion Christmas, my father kept his word, and gave me a pen. A pen with the scathe tag on it. I was noticeably disappointed.
He thought that perhaps the price tag wasnt up to par with my standards. That had nothing to do with it. I was saddened to say the least that when my father took the time (did he?) to think of me, a pen came to mind. A pen? Im no writer, I dont think he thought so either. perchance it was a play on the word that means lice? My father thought I scratched my head too much possibly?
Whatever that meant, I had no idea, I doubted it was anything good.
Regardless of how I felt or what I thought, I kept that stupid pen. It is probably the only pen that I do not make for out, misplace, chew, drop, or lose. It isnt spectacular by any means, but it writes well, and it looks nicer than most pens. It is has an unassuming, not too flashy, not at all brassy kind...
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