I have no more room in my life for pens that do not work. I'll give 'em a Good Scribble, lick 'em, burn the nibs, and if they still do not work after that then they are going in the bin.
Now, if only I could convince my brain to work by threatening it with spittle and fire. After my pens and brain are working I can finally write.
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