paper clip

I was holding it together with Scotch tape and paper clips.

“I kept the paper clips,’’ Wambaugh said, “and never met Webb.”

“I mean, we may lose our paper clips and bottle caps, but we always have each other.”

Not because you flung paper clips at the substitute teacher again, but because your deskmate who has been missing since this morning went home thanks to head lice.

I hiss, then take a second to settle myself and carefully slide another paper clip into the lock.