Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. The knife against the wood. Slowly making the desired point. She brought it up, staring at the darkened point.
“Why don’t you use a pencil sharpener like a normal person?”
She smiled.
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Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. The knife against the wood. Slowly making the desired point. She brought it up, staring at the darkened point.
“Why don’t you use a pencil sharpener like a normal person?”
She smiled.
A. A. MacConnell 
So did I! Thanks, AA!
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