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1.07 Personal Narrative

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October 14 7:07 am: The raindrops glisten as i walk along the road listening to my walkman. “another day another blunder” i thought to myself. when im a minute away the bus drives right by me. “oh crap” i pull out my phone to call my parents. When I get to my bus stop I like all my parents and they come pick me up but when they before they do that they yell at me like every other day when I get to school I go straight to the band room to drop off my bass clarinet.The bell rings as i head off to my f irst period Class. It is Mr tellano. Today we learned about religion and where they go Like heaven and hell and

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