My pencils only scream when I sharpen them. Oh, how I love to hear them shriek as the clever little blade goes ‘round and ‘round, tearing into their tender little shafts. What beautiful music they make…
My pencils only scream when I sharpen them. Oh, how I love to hear them shriek as the clever little blade goes ‘round and ‘round, tearing into their tender little shafts. What beautiful music they make…