|3.5 x 5.5 x .4 cm|
I met Hunter when we were in 5th grade. He was my best friend growing up, and still is, except that the term "best friend" seems inapplicable to life as I currently understand it.
By the time we were in 7th grade, Hunter had decided that he wanted to be an architect. Subsequently, things like fancy pencils and tracing paper started showing up in our shared life. This is a mechanical pencil sharpener that was Hunter's at one point. I think I stole it right before I went to Mexico in 1993.
These days, Hunter is an architect.