Searching through my bag of pens and pencils, I found the only pen I had left was a ‘magic’ pen I had gotten in seventh grade. More
Eventually my inner discussion ended and I thought about writing a short sentence, but I decided against that, ‘cuz in all of those stories in the ‘magical pen/pencil/marker’ genre, someone writes something bad and it becomes true, etc. etc. So out of boredom I just drew a heart. And guess what? A flat paper heart appeared out of thin air with a poof!, and drifted right on jerk Sam’s desk.
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