Question

Autobiography of a penstand

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Answer 1

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I stood in the darkest corner of his room, alone, with no one to talk to or even write to. And there he was with his new friend, unaware of my dejected feelings and hopeless state. But I have never imagined life like it.

I was a pen, blue and shiny but had always written in natural black. I was the gift from his dad on his fourteenth birthday. He used to be fond of me and used to take me everywhere, through people, places and events . I had travelled so much, through pages and pages of the feelings that lay inside his, through his writing. He used to call me his “Lucky Pen”.

Answer 2

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I stood in the darkest corner of his room, alone, with no one to talk to or even write to. And there he was with his new friend, unaware of my dejected feelings and hopeless state. But I have never imagined life like it.

I was a pen, blue and shiny but had always written in natural black. I was the gift from his dad on his fourteenth birthday. He used to be fond of me and used to take me everywhere, through people, places and events . I had travelled so much, through pages and pages of the feelings that lay inside his, through his writing. He used to call me his “Lucky Pen”.