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Personal Narrative: Running Away

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I had watched my mama for a moment as she paused and thought deeply about what she’d just said to me. I even thought for a second that she might have been reminiscing about her childhood. Growing up around here and all the tough times she must have had with some of the people who ultimately caused her to want to run away.

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