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Personal Narrative: The Old Homeless Man
It was the first day that school was out. And, the old movie theater had just shut down last year. We wanted to go check it out. There was only four of us John, Luke, Ian and I. We had no more than one day.

Nobody has ever returned since the last movie played. There's on old homeless man, that they say lives there night and day. He treats the place like his son that he never had. But he never cleans anything. They say there's still popcorn in the maker and soda in the cups. I guess, we won't know until we go in.

So there's only one way of transportation was their bikes, which wasn't the fastest but it would have to work. They headed out, it was just passed the river, so they were really close to being there.

"I want to go in first,"

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