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  • Designing Products Or Deliver Services Safely And Effectively As A Team

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    team. Product: Screwdriver PICTURE Processes: • Making the steel bar • Making the Handle • Assembly • Quality Control INTRO The screwdriver was firstly seen in the 19th century, which came from the flat bladed bit used in a carpenters brace. The function of a screwdriver is . A screwdriver has three main parts. A shaft, a tip and a handle. P1 The materials mostly used to make the parts is plastic for the handle, steel bar and chromium (or nickel) for the steel tip of the screwdriver. For the steel

  • High School Bacteria Experiment

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    the surface and twisted to cover the entire swab.once we swabbed the surface, we wiped the swab on the plate in a zigzag motion holding it upside down. The girls bathroom sink handle had 389 bacteria, and the boys bathroom by the football field had 0. We saw that places commonly used such as the bathroom sinks, door handles and railings contracted the most bacteria.

  • Descriptive Essay On A Tour House

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    out a bad person lived there but they turned it into a tour house. Well what they don’t know is that the people who turned the house into a tour place likes killing people. So the people decided to go and knock on the door and no one answered but they tried the doorknob and the door knob was unlocked and they went in and looked around and still found no one the people who own that house decided to hide behind the house in the garage where all the saws and tools were and the people still walked around

  • A Short Story : The Story Of Takoda's Story

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    Takoda felt the vertigo hit him hard like a mack truck and he struggle to keep him upright as the nauseous was slow to leave his body. The mixture of dozen different perfume and the heavy musk of his own vomit was giving him a headache and he shut his eyes as he fisted a hand in his hair. Trying to relieve the slow building pain from reaching even higher. Voices drifted in and out his ears as his blurred vision was slowly coming into focus. In other words, Takoda looked wrecked and his mouth open

  • Mr. Mcallister: A Short Story

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    I sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. We stayed like that until someone started opening the scratched, and dented door, which had chipped brown varnish, and a brass colored lock and door knob dulled with age and greasy fingermarks. It's Mrs. Bunt. She walks through the officer door,makes her way over to the her desk, and sits primly in an old wheely chair, legs crossed and fingers intertwined over one knee. She sat with all the grace of a sack of wet cement. Her

  • Memories Of The Middle Door

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    of the glow. It was three doors.

  • Creative Story : A Short Story

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    “Hello Mr. Johnson”, Alexandra says as she walks across the room towards him. “Please, call me Jeff, and tell me, darling, do you want a tattoo this time?” His smile showcases his golden teeth. “I'm afraid not Mr. Johnson, as I’ve said countless times before, I'm not going to get one more.” she stopped 5 centimeters in front of him. Smiling. “You only have one, on your ankle and it’s not big, or meaningful.” “What are you talking about not meaningful, it’s the deathly hallows from Harry Potter.”

  • A Short Story : A Story?

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    have to light the match to.” Lala said as that smug grin became dark as she extended her arm, revealing the matches in her hand. I looked at the box of matches ‘’of course you bought the matches” I said taking them hesitantly. I walked towards the door paused at the entrance. I slowly

  • Creative Writing : My Life

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    Chapter two Bye-bye. Jacy thought, guess I’ll see you around old house. I grabbed the last box from the house and left out the door dropping the keys off with the landlord who was standing outside of our door. I hustled to the moving truck, dropping off the box and shutting the back doors. As my mom and I left the driveway I waved out the window to lucy- the landlord who has been our landlord since I was born. (14 years ago)- and I turned around, placing my headphones on my head. My mom (who was

  • A Short Story : A Story?

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    have to light the match to.” lala said as that smug grin became dark as she extended her arm, revealing the matches in her hand. I looked at the box of matches ‘’of course you bought the matches” i said taking them hesitantly. I walked towards the door paused at the entrance. I slowly walked

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