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Ah, pencil, how I love thee!

Maybe we're romantics at heart, the sexy nostalgia of wooden cylinders rustling in our bag, the skrich-skrich of sharpening one to pointy perfection, the scratching noise against the gorgeous paper, it's almost as if those sounds connect with an internal neurological pathway to release pleasure hormones, and the smell, the smell of a new pencil. Leaving this incomplete because I need to go find one NOW!