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Personal Narrative: My Home Widliling Sticks

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One hot summer day me and my brother where outside widliling sticks. That is what we did we would sit on the front porch of my house widiling sticks our dad bought me and my brother two pocket knifes they where matching pocket knifes. The first thing me and my brother did with our new knifes I bet that you can guess what me and my brother did with our new knifes, your right we started widiling while where siting on the front porch widiling I saw that my brother had a crack in his new knife. So I askes him how did you crack your new knife, he looked at the crack and said how did that happen. He didn 't care about it that much so we just kept widiling we where where good at widiling we would do it all day. My brother was about to take a big

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