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One day notebook asked the pen “I love whenever you come to meet. You make my blank pages worthy to read. But, sometimes you disappoint me by all those heartless things and hatred you write on me.”

“Sorry to disappoint you. I am bound to my master whatever he wants he can do to me. You know sometimes in anger he throws me on the floor. I lie flat on the floor till he picks me. Yesterday, he chewed my end, then he gives a disgusting look to me. Irony!”

“Oh, sorry to hear that” notebook showed a little sympathy.

Pen continued “I want to write an era but I know I can’t. Every time my master writes I came close to a finish, and one day will be thrown out.”

Master came, picked the pen, open the notebook and started scribbling.