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Personal Narrative: My First Gas Station

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About two or three years ago, my family and I were traveling to Colorado and we stopped at a gas station just off the highway. As we pulled up alongside the pump, my dad noticed a strange man walking around. He wore odd clothes, perhaps a costume of sorts. The man walked up to people pumping gas. The scenario was rather bizarre and we decided not to get gas there. We had passed another gas station and my mom advocated that we go there instead. We drove to the second gas station, which was free of unusual people dressed in costumes. My dad thought he was home free. But right when he got out of the car and started pumping gas, the man dressed in a costume appeared at warp speed. The two gas stations were approximately two or three blocks and
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