The
pen bothered me. So I asked him, “Where’d
you get this again?” It was fat and plastic and full of colorful ink cartridges. Being something of a pen connoisseur I never would have bought it on my own.
The
strange animal character on the screen jumped over a crumpled brick wall with
an appropriate boing sound. “I found it,” he told me.
“Oh. Okay.”
I walked into the hallway. But not entirely satisfied I called back, “Where?”
“In the library,” he shouted from the other
room.
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