Magical Tome

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I could not have been more than ten or eleven years old, living in Euclid, Ohio in the mid 50's, right up against the shores of Lake Erie, when one evening my father, not a spontaneous gift-giver to any of his five children, brought home a Scripto fountain pen with two blue replacement cartridges made of plastic.
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