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    It was a dull sunday afternoon, like any other. The clouds rolled over the sun and blocked even the slightest ray from beaming down. A sigh escaped my lips as I traced a finger along the edge of my sketchbook, I was an artist, not a great one I thought. It was then that my mother had come dow the stairs and told me she had something cool to share. Seeing I had nothing better to do I grabbed my sketch book and followed her to the attic, where a mess of papers and all sorts of what looked like drawings spilled out of a desk. I glanced around and picked some up looking closer to find they were old cartoon drawings, various characters and scr