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Personal Narrative: Moving To G. E. Massey

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Once upon a time when I was younger I used to live in Lincolnton and I went to G.E. Massey. I was in the first grade. I was living with my Aunt Tammy at the time because my mother was living with my grandfather and so was my older sister. After I moved onto the 2nd grade I moved in with my pawpaw and my mother because my sister moved with our dad. Me and my mom shared a room but most of the time I wouldn’t see her because when she got home from work during the night she would go right to bed. In the mornings I would see my mom because she would get me dressed and ready for school. During the afternoon when I would get out of school I would stay at home with my pawpaw. Sometimes I liked staying there with him because he was funny and had lots

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