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Personal Narrative: Adoption From The Animal Shelter
The day I adopted my pet

Wow! I can't believe today is the day I got my parents to adopt a pet from the animal shelter. My mom asked me if I was ready to go. I responded with "I've been waiting for this day my entire life!"

To begin with, we were finding a parking spot at the shelter. After we parked my mom questioned me saying "Are you excited?"

I responded with "Of course I am!"

We had entered the shelter and saw tons of puppies and kittens. There were many varieties of animals to choose from. I didn't know if I should get a dog or cat.

Next to this, I was starting to worry about if I could take care of it. The thought of it gave me butterflies. My mom popped out of no where and said "You better hurry
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