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In junior high I was sitting in the library study hall period across from a boy who demanded my pencil because he forgot to bring one, and when I refused he grabbed the pencil from my hand and stabbed the web of skin between my fingers. It went right through. He looked up at me in disbelief and I at him the same way, and then I called over the supervising teacher to show him. The kid apologized and said he only intended to stab the table between my fingers to scare me, but he still got in trouble. I still have the scar. My parents were afraid that leftover pencil lead would develop into something bad, but nothing ever came of it, it's only carbon after all.
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