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Gorilla Convict: Personal Narrative Analysis

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Surprisingly enough I can actually relate to Gorilla Convict. This past summer my family traveled to colombia for vacation. We had a great time and created a lot of memories with each other, but it was on the way back to the states where it was the most memorable. My family is big on bringing souvenirs from places we 've been, so we decided to bring Colombian currency back home in a frame. We are in line for getting our bags checked and I see this black shadow handcuff my Dad who is 6’5 and brings him into a room. Like anyone would be we were all nervous and we sat in a lounge for 6 hours, eventually it ended with my dad coming out of the room and explaining everything to us. Apparently TSA thought that we were carrying LSD and cocaine in our

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