my old yellow Staples 0.5 mm mechanical pencil! You're lost somewhere in the car or in the E*Trade room. I kind of want to find you but at the same time I kind of don't; you see, by the time I find you, you're probably tainted with someone else's germs. You were special cuz you were a virgin like that. You were also special cuz you were the prettiest color in the assorted colors box. I'm kind of glad that Staples sells your color by the dozen; it's a safe bet that they recognize your beauty too. So I pulled out your sibling to replace you but it ain't just the same; it doesn't have that smudged and ragged eraser that I used relentlessly playing Sudoku, and it just looks too damn brand-new; it's just not you. It feels like a stranger, too unfamiliar and cold.
It's very weird that I feel this way cuz I had no problem replacing your relative, the Staples white plastic eraser. Maybe it would have helped if I accidentally dropped you in a public toilet; I wouldn't be missing you so much.
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