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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Jail
It’s been three years since i've been behind bars. All thanks to those stupid bears. Jail gives you lots of time to think about what i'm going to those bears, revenge is all I need.
My original plan was to go into there house, set a couple bombs, traps, and no harm done. But what ended up happening was, I got caught up in the house and decoration that I got a little tired so I took a trip into the little bear's room but the bed was way too small. So I made m hy way up to the master bedroom but the bed was way too big so I went to the couch and it was just right. After taking a long nap I got very hungry, luckily there were three bowls of cereal laying on the table. But when I went to the smallest bowl but it sogy. Then I went to the second
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