Autobiography of a duster in about 200 words
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I am a duster I produce many dust all people uses me to wash all the dust from blackboard
and I just get rid to wash always blackboard it is become a stable work for me
but for Many people and very useful
and I am very close to them
many peoples uses for their benefits but did not think about my benefits
I was born in a building called Dust-Gone. My parents were a huge slab of wood and a big sheet of foam. Firstly, specific sized wood was extracted from the slab and then shaped to fit a human's palm. Each side of the wood was given a milled edge. Thereafter, the wood piece was attached with an equivalently compatible foam. Finally, I was embossed with Dust-Gone in bold and red. After finishing every procedure, they named me Duster. With the aromatic fragrance of wood and perfumed foam, I was very proud of my astonishing appearance.
My active life started from the time I reached out of Dust-Gone and was delivered to a gentleman who stayed in a big white hall with benches all around him. At first three-four meetings, I thought him to be a leader or politician, but later did I notice that he was a teacher. He immediately became fond of me and used me very often. A few times, the kids also held me. I liked everything about my life when it started until I started becoming darker. The ink on the whiteboard was so tasty that I ate it all which made my white foam turn completely black. I was worried for a moment but found that the gentleman was not a racist. He did not worry about this issue and kept loving me and rubbing me on the board. I enjoyed being rubbed over the whiteboard which reminded me of the color I was born with. As the days went by, I became older. The red paint was gone and the smooth edges had multiple cuts and cracks over it now. Anyways, I know someday my time of leaving the gentleman would arrive, but until that moment, I would keep on helping him and eating all the ink he lays on the board for me.