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this is bigger than the end result. you found a way to hold the papers together: a necessary tool, matte crimon, reliable by brand, but what happened to those before? have you forgotten? small, ergonomic, stark white against teal-- designed to stand tall and upright on any smooth surface. it seemed so promising, potentially the one that would glue together the edges of paper neatly at a crisp corner. then mishap. a human error, as every error really is, and the staples lodged themselves deep within a tiny cartridge, immobilized. an enigma. and it was on for the next source of solidarity and office supply strength I keep them near, every failure, every disappointment, every almost was, never will be because when I am alone I am surrounded by family
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
a graveyard for staplers
this is bigger than the end result. you found a way to hold the papers together: a necessary tool, matte crimon, reliable by brand, but what happened to those before? have you forgotten? small, ergonomic, stark white against teal-- designed to stand tall and upright on any smooth surface. it seemed so promising, potentially the one that would glue together the edges of paper neatly at a crisp corner. then mishap. a human error, as every error really is, and the staples lodged themselves deep within a tiny cartridge, immobilized. an enigma. and it was on for the next source of solidarity and office supply strength I keep them near, every failure, every disappointment, every almost was, never will be because when I am alone I am surrounded by family
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
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