In the beginning there was nothing... The great lands of Paper were long, bare stretches of white and blue lines... The sky was and endless expanse of white. In his infinite wisdom the great God Pencil set forth a single and straight being, a mirror of his own form. He christened this being as an “I”, and it was good!
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