It sounds good on paper: refillable whiteboard pens. Just screw off the top and add more ink. Great.
And then there's a pot of ink that's been around too long to tell whether it's blue, black, or what proportion thereof, and refill instruments: either a popped eyedropper or a plastic syringe with a hopelessly leaky plunger.
They say it's not permanent, which might be true. Maybe it'll come out in the laundry, and it stands to scrub off the hands before the skin rubs entirely off. But the surface of the desk proved more delible than the erasable marker.
At least I've made my mark.
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