One of the best feelings is when a pen runs out of ink. Is that strange? Usually a person loses them before that can happen. It happened to me today and I was suddenly filled with joy. That seems very strange. Instead of being annoyed that now I didn't have a pen to use I was happy as I stood and threw it away. I think it fills me with a sense of accomplishment or something. That I did so much work that I used it dry. Am I the only one who feels this way?
I am thankful that I used up my pen today.
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