That little space, that tiny gap is what turns a marker into a stick. A stick that, instead of marker lines, produces frustration when I press it to paper and get only a very faint line akin to the slight darkening you find on toilet paper on the very last wipe.
Seriously, what’s going on here? You didn’t have the strength for that last big push? What a shame. All that work, all you’ve fought and struggled for, just to lose it all right here. It’s unbelievable, really.