One of his expensive pens broke. It's not like he couldn't write with it at all - the clip was detached from the cap.
"I don't want this pen anymore. I need to buy a new one."
"But you can still use it."
"But I don't like my things imperfect."
I kept myself silent.
"That's why I like you. You're so perfect to me."
K.
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