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I have a pen that doesn't write very well. It feels a little scratchy across the page...
...and suddenly I remember I used to have another pen like that. Its problem was that the tiny ball in the point had actually come loose, and I had put it back in (possibly more than once?) by jamming the nose of the pen down onto the ball. Thereafter it wrote most of the time, but not all the time, and it felt scratchy...
...and now I remember I gave that pen to someone. It had sentimental value for us, in a strong but not very well defined way. I gave it to him as a token of me. I remember asking for some sort of token back. I don't remember whether I ever got one; I remember giving up on the idea, but he may have come through after I'd given up. I don't remember. I do remember he lost the pen.
I don't think I EVER would have thought of that pen again, but for the fact that I have another flaky scratchy pen now.
Memory is an odd thing.
...and suddenly I remember I used to have another pen like that. Its problem was that the tiny ball in the point had actually come loose, and I had put it back in (possibly more than once?) by jamming the nose of the pen down onto the ball. Thereafter it wrote most of the time, but not all the time, and it felt scratchy...
...and now I remember I gave that pen to someone. It had sentimental value for us, in a strong but not very well defined way. I gave it to him as a token of me. I remember asking for some sort of token back. I don't remember whether I ever got one; I remember giving up on the idea, but he may have come through after I'd given up. I don't remember. I do remember he lost the pen.
I don't think I EVER would have thought of that pen again, but for the fact that I have another flaky scratchy pen now.
Memory is an odd thing.