I saw her pick up a yellow stick with a little tuff of 粉, 粉色 on the top. I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't believe it, it was a pencil. That hit on the head must have been harder that I thought. She started 写作 with her golden, wooden pencil. The light 粉, 粉色 eraser had a tiny slope near the end 展示 that this pencil had indeed been used before. The tip was actually 草 green, pointy like a sharks tooth. It was pretty big and looked like it would fall off the pencil at any moment, dangling for life -- like me. I know I probably sound weird comparing myself to a pencil, but after all I'd been through it didn't seem that crazy. The tip shook slightly 你 wouldn't have seen it if 你 hadn't been looking at it closely. Then suddenly it fell to the rough paper, dead, rolling around before halting to a stop at the table. Finally gravity took over and the pencil tip fell to the ground.