Marking the day. Sixteen. I’m too tired and it’s too late, but there must be words on the page. That was the commitment. I will leave you, at least, with these.
Presented [mostly] without comment.
This is an eraser we are selling at book fair this week. What kid born after 2000 is going to know what this is, or, even if he or she does, have enough nostalgia to spend $2 on it?