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What Makes A Toy Duck? Essay

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6:30AM As the night winds to daytime, the sun’s rays met my eyes through my window. I finished sewing one of my latest creations. Not to brag, but the hand sewing job is one of the best I’ve done so far, matching thread color to the color of the poly fleece’s fabric color. What is this creation you might ask? Ha-ha, well it’s none other than a toy duck. A guy in his late teens making a toy duck, what’s the deal with that? Random things interest me, whether it’s designing something in Photoshop, brining something to life in person, or even a mix of both. At the end of the day I like to use my hands to make things, that doesn’t break the bank that is. I lived in a pretty cramped apartment, but it suited my needs. It has a toilet, thank god for that. I had decent sized monitor, keyboard, etc. You can see the sun rays peer through the window as well as the various buildings, which sometimes blocked the sun. I try to keep my apartment clean, but as my hyper active mind distracts with me with various tasks and activities, I repeatedly put cleaning down at the bottom of the list of things to do. It mostly consists of crumple up papers of drawings, flyers, or articles, 5 years too old, along with scattered bits of fabric and plastic that I sometime step on which isn’t a fun feeling. Usually has the smell of spray on deodorant, and other aromas of that nature, out of fear that odor may build up. Wasn’t I doing something? Oh, yea I was getting ready for class. I packed up my stuff

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