barb

There was something about her.  The way she’d chew her pen and throw it out before the ink exploded. 

And then I’d retrieve the pen and chew where she chewed – even if it did explode.  And then I’d have blue teeth for days.  And people would go eeeuww…  he’s eating Barb’s pens again.  Loser.

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