PEN

He needed a pen, not just any pen but one that wrote long flowing graphics in what his old teacher said was the finest penmanship. Bastard, he thought, words, indeed. Fucking Dutch to him. Anatomy, my dear, he thought, embedding the pen, this’ll do, twisting his thrust, you’re dead, motherfucker.

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