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she murmured. She looked at his stack of pens. Lucky for her, they weren't those average cheap ball pens. Damien had expensive taste. Adeline recognized them as one of those fancy fountain pens that cost almost a hundred dollars a piece. Adeline unscrewed them and took out the ink. All except for one. She simply drained most of the ink out then loosely screwed the tip back on. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. There's one more thing she should do. But what? she wondered. She walked back to the desk and opened the drawer.

Unlike Richard, who reprimanded them with concern, Favian wouldn’t hesitate to cause them bodily harm and throw them off the roof to teach them a lesson. Favian simply tossed two pencils in their direction, ignoring how the boys stiffened. They were gifts from Richard’s employees. However, compared to the bubble bath and bath salts gifts, these pencils were less warmly received by the pups who meekly picked the writing tools and started scribbling their homework.

Dad said that I would now be needing more pens as my work is now corporate one, these pens all has may name on it, an engraved one. I opened and looked at it one by one, I do not want to use it as these are the last memoir I have with dad. I was about to put it back on the box when I opened the last pen and it has a built-in flash drive in it, in my surprised, I stare at it for a while.

Lara scorned “Let’s buy her some jewelry.” “The idea is to motivate not distract.” Dana spoke with a lopsided grin as she pulled Lara and Sarah into the shop. “Wow…. Feels like I have travelled back in time.” Sarah giggled. She hadn’t been in a stationary shop since primary school. Everything was electronic these days and no one purchased pens and pencils anymore. Hardley also was not your average stationary. They had world class, one-of-a-kind items. Like a gold plated pen from Dollex or a quill inspired pen made from the lightest metal alloy and so on….

Cade wandered into the kitchen with a large pad and a pack of pencils. He wore a puzzled look. “Have you been in the den today?” “Yeah, I was in there earlier. Why?” “I can’t find my pens.” “I don’t remember seeing them, but we could go look after dinner.” “I hope I haven’t lost them. The pens have sentimental value. They were the first things I bought when I signed my first contract.”

“Do you have a pen or something I can use to write something?” The maid’s eyebrows crinkled as she thought about it and then she perked up. “There are some crayons I brought in a bag for Finnick to color with. And some paper as well. Would that work?” “Perfectly,” I replied, and I offered her a smile. She smiled back and then got up from her chair and walked over to where she’d placed her backpack. She rooted around in the pack for a moment and then retrieved the materials. I accepted them gratefully and Finnick climbed out of my lap without another word. He patiently sat beside Erika and studied me quietly.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ Several empty plates are piled on the dining room table, abandoned for the notebooks and small pile of pens that are stacked in the middle of the coffee table. I have a slight addiction to pens. I brought an entire bag with me. A small bag but a bag nevertheless. My favorite glitter covered bag. Gel pens, glitter, shimmer, and a few select pens of various colors. Some colored pencils and a coloring book.

"That part is going to be on the big test next week." "Thank you," I said softly. I reached into my bag to find my pen. I wanted to write the page number down in my notebook. I felt around in the dark pocket, but I could not find my favorite blue pen. I only felt my broken red one. "Here," Jeff said quickly. He held out a plain black pen to me. "You can use mine." Before I could reach my hand out to take Jeff's pen, a large hand appeared right in front of my face.

Is he flirting with me ? " What's wrong ?", he asked as I fiddled with the pencils in my hand. " Ahmm..mine is Faber Castel Poly..c..chromos pencils. It's q..quality is good. Maybe you buy it and try.", I said. He smiled. " No matter whichever paint I use and how hard I try, I won't be able to draw your beautiful baby blue eyes as beautifully as they are.", he said. " E..Ethan, stop s..saying such things.", I chided.