more rambling

long long time ago on a desktop far far away, a paper and pen found each other and were trying to start a story. they were discussing how to start writing, what should they write about.

the paper asked the pen "are you filled with blue ink?"

"yes i am, " replied the pen. and the pen started to write a bit. out came green ink one the words! "but i thought you said you were blue ink!" exclaimed the paper. "i forgot what ink i had" the pen apologised. the paper was miffed, but they carried on drafting the story out anyway. this happened another 2 or 3 times, and surprisingly, the blue ink did come out, but not everytime.

"are you sure you never wrote on other paper before?" the paper queried. the pen denied such allegations, to which the paper took words of the pen for it and they tried to carry on writing. but alas, the ink came out of another colour once again, instead of blue. "how could you do this to me!" cried the paper.

"i might have written on another paper before" confessed the pen. "but i thought you said..." the paper regrettedly asked. "i might have forgotten" the pen interrupted.

by then, the paper was already very unhappy with the whole situation. dissatisfied, the paper decided not to collaborate with the pen on writing a story. the pen, left unused, had dried up of ink and left in a corner of the desk. other hopeful pens will take its place while the life of this pen has been exhausted.

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