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Jacob Dainels-Personal Narrative

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It was a late Saturday night with a heavy rain,Jacob Dainels, a well know theif thourghout Boston,was robbing a little diomond store on the outskirts of Boston.My mom,the one who as always cared and loved me,was sucureity guard that night at Diamonds Only.By the time she could have called for help she had been bleeding out for five minutes.She died to due a nine millmeter shot into the femer and shoulder ,and that was the night that everything changed. At the time murder I was 17 about to turn 18 on june 27. June 20 a misty sunday morning is the day I found out my

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