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Personal Narrative: A Class Divided
It was a nice day for his day to be his last feel the cool breeze coming off the ocean the salty smell fills the clouds rolling in it was going to be the last thing he ever saw I was sorry I , I felt horrible it was the worst thing I could have done I hope they forgive me . It was a mistake I was only trying to get what was mine back but people had to get in my way now he has to

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