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Today my Sharpie bit the dust.
The old gal has sputtered black lines over brick, tile, 2×4’s, sheet metal, etc. etc, and now she is only a shade of her former self. A mere off
blue/black smudge skipping and bouncing and messing up my work. What happened? We were once so good together? Should I dump her? And what should I do with all of the old photos of us, together? Burn them and move on? I may take up a desk job, pleanty of fine crisp pointed Sharpies at hand, always, gleaming under the brilliant fluorescent lights.
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Today my Sharpie bit the dust.
The old gal has sputtered black lines over brick, tile, 2x4's, sheet metal, etc. etc, and now she is only a shade of her former self. A mere off
blue/black smudge skipping and bouncing and messing up my work. What happened? We were once so good together? Should I dump her? And what should I do with all of the old photos of us, together? Burn them and move on? I may take up a desk job, pleanty of fine crisp pointed Sharpies at hand, always, gleaming under the brilliant fluorescent lights.