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My pair of jeans.

Have you ever wanted some thing? i mean wanted it so bad, that you write letters to yourself to make sure you remember it? For many it might be a dog, a cat, or even a simple new pair of jeans, well my pair of jeans was a duck. well actually a duckling to be exact. this is not my exact duck, because in all the excitement of course, i forget to take pictures.

                                                             

His name was Luna, now it is the random duck that shouldn’t be down at the park. When i go down to the park all i am supposed to see is a cute little duck swimming around and getting fed by a lake, instead i see MY duck being poisoned by bread, and swimming trying to avoid children’s rocks that are being tossed at him. the park might of become his new home, but he will always be my baby, and MY pair of jeans.

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