On trading pencils.

“Miss, can I leave you this pencil,” <holds up a sad, bitten, stub of a pencil> “and take one of your new ones?”
“That’s fine.”
“I know this pencil doesn’t look like much right now, but you’ll be rewarded in the afterlife for taking it.”

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