After finishing my first assignment at my new school, I just wanted to take some time to reflect upon my eraser. I've never given it the respect it deserves.
I've had the red beaut for a long time (proof: my middle school catchphrase "How-do?" is written on its base). People think I'm gangsta because it looks like a knife. Its sliding mechanism provides endless enjoyment in sub-exciting classes. It makes mistakes disappear.
I haven't lost it all these years.
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Here, Here. I lift my glass to that amazing eraser, even though I have surprisingly never seen it.
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