Personal Narrative: Breanna's Dinner

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It was a snowy, cold November day. I woke up to the delicious smell of turkey roasting in the kitchen downstairs. I went downstairs to see if i could help cook the dinner. My mom said, “See if Breanna needs some fresh air.” So I carried a tray of glasses full of juice into the bedroom. When I got there, I couldn’t believe my eyes! There was water on the floor.

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