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Personal Narrative: My Love For Mitzsimmons

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I was always on my tiptoes because of my love for Mitzi FItzsimmons. She was 5 feet even and I was 4 foot eleven. So whenever I would see her I would get up on my very tip toes so I could try to be at eye level or just a little bit taller. And to address your second question, everyone has something they do when the see or hear someone they are really fond of. Everyone has something that they do that people may think is weird but you probably have something too that is pretty weird about you. Like my little sister Irene, she is absolutely obsessed with a boy named Brandon. Her “thing” when she sees Brandon is too be really shy around him. To sum that up I would basically say everyone is different on how they act around certain things.

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