Personal Narrative: David De Gea

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I am from the nights curled up on the couch watching shows that we get way to invested in. From the fluffy brown hair of my brother that could be mistaken for a skyscraper or my loving mother that undoubtedly cares about me. From the days we’re my filthy dogs come inside and make us filthy too. I am from the memorable, lively days that I wish never ended or the days that we can’t stop laughing and we don’t even know why.

I am from the grassy fields, of which I play my most memorable games. From the late practices and the insanely early games. From the wet ball smacking against my gloves as I dive onto the ground. From the times someone hit the ball so difficult, not even David De Gea could stop it or the times when I just can 't make a save
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