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Personal Narrative: Colin Cassady

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They recognize me as big cass, but my actual name was Colin Cassady. I’m seven feet tall, 275 lbs and a wrestler. My best friend and partner Enzo armor he is 5 feet 11 inches and 200 lbs he started it with me and I hope he will eat with me. This week me and my family will go to Gatlinburg black bear cabins to have fun, why I’m here and fine.

“This is a nice place, ” he said with the wind messing up his hair, sand between his toes smelling the sea water, hesitated “Let's take a selfie and post it on instagram ”. When I looked at my picture and I envisioned a man behind me and he quickly turned around and he was knocked out and threw a bag on his head and when I awoke, I was in an abandoned warehouse and I thought my no hoped even prayed that

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