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Personal Narrative: Moving To A Home
My mother wanted to move from the house.So we moved into the house we live which is a duplex. We live in the front and there is a family that lives in the back. We moved in around 2007 and we pretty much been living there since then.We made so many memories in this house.We had many pets that made the house better but they didn't last long because they would escape or die.we all share rooms and but it still doesn't give us enough space.The family in the back had dogs which always came to our house and played with us.They also had a bunch of parties so they are always

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