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Personal Narrative: Serial Killing

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So, there I was, right after the awful slaughter that destroyed almost all I’d ever known, running away from my dead parents and my helpless, pathetic sister. Knowing her, she’d try to make friends with a serial killer, and end up dead. I knew that I’d have to help my stupid, too-cheerful sister, Lydia. And maybe, just maybe, I’d make it out alive.
I guess I hadn’t planned to take Joanna with us, but how could I leave her behind? She’s always been there for me, her and her family. Besides, we had been best friends from the moment we were born, and our upcoming journey would become a test of friendships and trust.

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