“Here. Sign your book with this. I use it to prescribe narcotics.”
It writes so smoothly! I brim with power as it glides.
I sign my half-brother’s copy of my book. When I’m done, the inscription reads:
Enjoy my book!
I look great as a boy.
Glad we never matched on Tinder.
“Great to finally meet you in real life! Thank you for the pen!”
Having blown on the fr…
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