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A History of Pens

My box of assorted promotional pens. They puzzled me and I could not still my mind until I had reconstructed all the chains of events. I worked through the pens one by one and found myself one Tuesday at the Electrical Board in Haninge. They had an aquarium containing only butterfly cichlids. Take a seat, said the receptionist. On the table a ballpoint pen, though a different design to mine, later model. Is he here now? said a smiling voice behind me. Then a familiar face: What took you so long?

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Jörgen Löwenfeldt

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The Perfect Handshake

The cables may have been misconnected. Could blow the power amplifier. He says. Then a handshake, firm. It is memorable. A perfect handshake, caressing and embracing. He gets me.…

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Having Me to Yourself

I hadn’t heard from you in many years when you made yourself known with a letter. It lay on the desk one Tuesday. You cleaned my office, you wrote. You really ought to have said…

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The Atheist

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