Poor Carpenter furniture collection Low-poly 3D model

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The bad news is my evil dad is here, and I hate it. He's always trying to find ways to annoy me, and even breathing would be a good reason for him to start bugging me. One thing he hates is seeing me happy, and one thing that makes him think I'm happy is watching me stay at my PC. So, I hate to give him the chance to see me with my beloved computer, because it's better than my family and friends - at least it never says anything bad to me or lies. But thanks to the cold winter weather, he's here, and I'm at my PC working on this product. Thank you, winter, and thank you, Christmas, for causing so much chaos. Everyone is just happy because of the winter and Christmas because they don't care about those who suffer because of it - like people who die from the cold in the streets. Do you want to hear a good story? Once upon a time, before a rich man in winter found a poor man shivering in the cold. The rich man asked him how he could live through this freezing weather, and the poor man said he didn't have to worry because he was used to it. The rich man wanted to help, so he told the poor man he'd give him one of his blankets. The poor man felt happy and waited for the rich man to follow through on his promise. But the rich man got busy checking some things in his house and forgot about the poor man. Next day, the rich man woke up to find that the poor man had died from the cold, and he'd written on a piece of paper: "You rich man killed me. You gave me false hope that you'd help me, so I waited for it until I died because it never came. If you'd just left me to endure what I'm used to enduring, I would've survived another cold night like always." So today, I have a poor man's furniture, and I don't think it's just an accident. It's a story about a carpenter who cut wood to survive and created his own furniture by himself. He made a chair and a table because he lived alone, so his great dream was to feel rich one day. He created a swinging chair for himself because everyone deserves a swinging chair. The point of the story is that everyone deserves a welfare life like others, and I'm selling products with 364 polygons together. They're valuable to some people, so I'll raise the price.