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A Pen

If someone could create a pen that would never run out, I think I could entertain myself forever.
When I run out of paper, I can write on walls and floors and ceilings.
I can draw on them, too.
Once I run out of those,
I will start writing on the
ground and the rocks and
such. And before I run
out of those, I will
die. But the pen
will not run out.

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