crayon tin and pad

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On the corner of the coffee table. Even with my cold I can smell the waxy smell of the crayon tin. One of those strong scents that takes you right back to childhood. Our tin was rectangular, though, and this one is round. From generation to generation some things may change, but the scent of crayons endures...

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