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Personal Narrative: Drive To Savanna Illinois

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Last weekend I had to drive to savanna Illinois to a tiny city named Hanover. Me and my grandpa were driving there to pick up family to come over and spend time with us. It is a hour drive. The drive was not that bad, except for the drive back because the kids in the back were being really annoying, but they were really exited because they don’t get away from home much. On the way there we picked up donuts which were very delightful. When we got there we played a lot of basketball and played a games that we made up which is assassins creed. The main point of the game is to get away from the person who has the ball, because if they end up hitting you then you’re the assassin. We had the whole yard to run around. We mostly just ran around the

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