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Personal Narrative: My Last Day In Venezuela

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My last day in Venezuela was so sad. The day before, I planned a special day with my friends. In the morning, we had breakfast in a Venezuelan typical place. Then we went to a place call ‘’El Avila’’ and we did excercise. at the end f the morning, we decide to stay in my best friend house, because she has a pool and a good place to make barbecue. We invited everyone, and we had a good time all together. It was like a farewell for me. At the end of the day, we took a shower, and we went to my favorite Venezuelan restaurant. we eat there and I spend a really nice time with my friends. It was so sad, but at the same time was amazing. When everyone decided to go home, I start crying and feeling bad, because they were like a family for me. The

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