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Personal Narrative-I Loathe Forks

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I 'd never given much thought about how long forever could last. My mother drove me to the airport with all the windows rolled down, it was was around 110 degrees Fahrenheit in California and the sky was mysterious, unknown and beautiful all at the same time. But, it was Forks that I now exiled myself - an action that I didn 't take lightly. I loathe Forks. Charlie was waiting for me, with his police cruiser. To the friendly community of Forks he was chief Campbell.

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