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Personal Narrative: Huge Horse Trailer

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At around 6 o 'clock my mom and I would hook the horse trailer and hitch it to the bake of her truck to head to the horse action. Along the way she would tell me I’m story is on miss treatment and why most at four action. I didn 't think much of the stories at the time, they were so bad and I didn 't choose to believe the stories. Reaching the auction around 7 o 'clock at night we would have to find a place to park the huge horse trailer and truck, it was always a pain in the butt. I would click open the door dangle my toes done and jump out of the truck and mom and I would meet up with her friends. At the time I was maybe nine and her friends never had any kids, and I was mostly bored until we got to the animals. Depending on the time of

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