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Personal Narrative: My First Year In Vietnam

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I cameback to Viet Nam at the end of May after spending a year in the U.S. In the first month of summer, I went to my relative 's house to visit my family. I also spent a week with my grandparents and hang out with my friends. In July, I started going to school for summer course. I lived in the dorm and visit home for twice a month. Now, in August, I starting my first year in A.P.U High

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