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#7 - fuckinjagerbombs (01/08/2014) [-]
Alas I felt a hunger pang and decided to go and grab myself some Poptarts. Those glorious glucose-filled snack miracles slid into that toaster like there was no tomorrow. I watched those bad boys heat up until the time was right and the gracefully flew out of their slots like race-horses in their respective pens before a race. To make a long paragraph short, those pop-tarts oozed happiness and divinity upon my taste-buds.
I decided it was time to stop procrastinating and get back to my studies. I walked over to my desk and viewed upon that A4 page with pride. But wait. Where was my pen? I looked around, it was nowhere to be seen. I'm sure to this very day that I left it on the table on top of that page. But it just seemed to disappear into thin air. I searched frantically, because, you see, there were many other pencils out there like my pencil, but this pencil was my pencil. I couldn't cope with the thought of losing that pencil and I started to sweat profusely at the thought of not being able to finish my essay. Rivulets of sweat formed at the back of my head and ran down my spine which induced a cold chill which seemed to encompass my body for the passing few minutes. I searched everywhere you can think. I looked up and down my house, checked the hoover the keyholes, the garbage disposal, in my piggy bank, under my piggy bank, I even checked my dogs faecal matter. Yet it was a mystery to me. I decided to expand my search for this pencil. At first I thought It couldn't have left my street. I looked up and down the pavements, in everyone's mailboxes and even went door-to-door with my favorit picture of me and mister 3-B on our honeymoon in Peru. Nothing, zilch, nada, zero. No-one had seen it. I decided that it was time to give it up and I headed home, alone, my face red from the ever perseveerant tears which did not fail to run down my cheek . I entered my house It was dark outside and The light in my living-room was switched off. I turned it on and to my surprise, lay a note which hung from a painting we had done together.
Fuckinjagerbombs, I have spent so much time with you, and indeed I have enjoyed my time with you. So many great memories over the years, but we both knew this was to come. My eraser has been fully erased and I have been sharpened to the extent that my lead levels are extremely low. I am blunt now. I must go, I cannot say but keep my never dying love with you, you'll find another pencil, I'm sure. Have a great life, thinkning of you always mister 3-B (AKA Lord James jenkins V of northimberland)
P.s. I left you a little something on our bed.
And so I ventured up the stairs into our bedroom where we had spent so many fun nights together writing short stories and drawing immature things. I walked over to the king-size bed and seen what looked to be a CD case. It was a James blunt album. It took me A while to understand why he bought me this CD but then it struck me. Think about it. Lord James Jenkins,James blunt, My pencils name was James, Aand over the years through excessive sharpening, he had become blunt. It all made sense now. My pencil was James Blunt.
MFW James Blunt.