So your parents stuck you and your brother way in the back in the rear facing seat. So far away from them, in fact, that they don’t care if you beat the crap out of each other during the family trip:
You’ll likely need the pen on the way back. And it will be there – lodged in between the those hot, gross vinyl seat cusions, ready for you to fish out:
The Eraser Mate. You don’t know how it got there, and frankly it doesn’t matter. You’ve had enough from Jared, and things are about to get real. Thanks, Paper Mate.
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