The pencil point made a dull crunching sound as the lead broke and skittered off the page.
The gash of graphite on the paper shows the place of the dirty deed. The wood of the point is splintered and askew. The lead is rolling, slowly, off the desk.
Oh, Dixon Ticonderoga. You are such a harsh mistress. Why do I still love you so?
Because it's such a beautiful name, and there's more to that than Shakespeare would have you believe.
ReplyDeleteI didn't catch up, I'm afraid I never will if I don't apply myself.
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