Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Today, I <put the sharpener in my pocket> and went to school. During the second lesson, I had already accepted that I had lost the sharpener. I thought for a long time about how much I valued it. How much I loved it. Once, the handle broke off my briefcase. Then I took a blade from the sharpener, unscrewed a screw from the hinge with it, and reattached the handle. The briefcase was whole again! My sharpener saved me from so much inconvenience and effort! It sharpened pencils perfectly. When I asked my mother for it at the market, this sharpener was the last one in the box. It cost 10 rubles, which was relatively expensive compared to the sharpeners of my classmates. But it disappeared! I liked this sharpener for its tiny outlines, beauty, and practicality. It was white, made of a strong alloy, and had a steel blade. The sharpener had a bolt that held the blade firmly in place. Like the whole device, it was shiny. Today, I left school late. I glanced at the floor and went home with Lenka. I arrived. I put my gloves on the shelf and saw the sharpener! I was happy. I found the sharpener!