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Personal Narrative: The Incident At Star Water
In summer of 2014 at star lake my accident brother cut his finger.
My brother cut his finger going down a hill on a bike.He cut his middle finger on a chain.

“Parker” my mom and dad yelled and my brother was crying.Now I had to go find paper towels for my brothers finger.Now we had to find the hospital but we can’t find the hospital.We had to ask for directions to the hospital.When we find the hospital the doctor came out and said what happened.So we told him what happen. The doctor had to bring him to his room and he had to stitch it up and put a wrap over it. The doctor said come back in two weeks.

During the two weeks he could not swim,hunt,or use it.My brother was mad and he said it hurt and he hated it so much.

When we


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