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Personal Narrative: Beat Up

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When I almost got beat up. When I was about 8 years old my brother was going to beat me up because I broke his new toy. That he just got from mom and dad.I felt terrified. One summer day my parents got my brother a new toy but never got me one, so I took his toy and started playing with it. My brother got mad that I was playing with his toy. So my brother took his toy from me, I was mad so when he left his toy I grabbed it and broke it with a baseball bat it flew into a million pieces and landed in the dirt. I felt bad that I broke his to but he wouldn 't let me play with it. When my brother found the broken toy he was furious, he knew I broke his toy, and he was going to beat me up. So I ran to my parents, and got him in trouble for not letting

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