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Personal Narrative: Tamagotchi

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A dark-haired, slim, Puerto Rican kid named Anthony Arroyo has always been my friend for the longest. Although I don 't I remember much I do remember that we met in second grade at Ramona Elementary School. Surprisingly we got along real smoothly and we soon discovered we had a lot of stuff in common. We had similar interest in video games, we both enjoyed drawing, we were both obsessed with these japanese digital virtual pets called a Tamagotchi (translation: Egg Baby). We loved this character named Kirby who was in a lot of excellent / well-designed video games usually a platformer style esq genre, Kirby was a pink puffball that could absorb enemies powers by inhaling them and ingesting them to another dimension within his intestines and

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