Staring at the teeth marks on the cap of my pen, I wonder whose they are.
They aren't mine. I don't have that habit.
Where have you been, little pen?
Did some fourth grader gnaw her frustrations on you while she took a test?
Did some foreign poet nibble on you while he composed a sonnet to his love?
Did some senator chew absentmindedly on you while wondering if he had time to run to the bathroom?
Or did some forgetful college student drop you on the floor and her dog took an inquisitive bite or two? I need to take better care of my pens.
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