Draw

He drew furiously with the pencil in his hand, leading the lead back and forth to form dark lines on the image he was drawing. To his annoyance, the pencil snapped, forming a dent in the paper. He moaned aloud. He hadn't drawn anything decent for months. People told him otherwise, but he knew he could do better. So why weren't his attempts working? He took a deep breath, taking up the pencil again and sharpening it. He continued on more slowly this time, letting the pencil lead the way. He would shade later, because that was always the most difficult. No, this was just an outline. Inside out... he wouldn't rush it, because that's what he did with all the rest. There was no rush this time. This time he would make it perfect...

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