The pencil was cheap looking, it had a ugly look to it. It's saving grace was that it was sharp, very sharp. Sharp enough to spear someone in the heart. I usually pretended that my pencil was like a sword used for fighting people. Teeth marks at the top from someone chewing it made it look like a dog's bite. The musty crusty pencil is now ugly and grose. My stink crusty pencil can still fight people and does the trick.
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