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Personal Narrative: The House On Poplar Ave

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The House on Poplar Ave We didn't always live on Poplar Ave. Before that we lived on Rockport Rd in Texas, and before that we live on 29st on the basement in Chicago. Before in Chicago, we lived on Chicken Street in China. I can remember all the places where we moved. By the time we got to Poplar Ave we were four-Mama, Papa, my sister Angie and me. The house on Chicken Street in China is ours, and we don't have to pay rent to anybody. It is a house that has three stories and a rooftop. I always asked my Mama when I was child, “Why is called Chicken Street, it sounds so wired.” Mama reply to me, “Because it sells Chicken on all street when it was accident China.” It located near by the small market. It sells breakfast on the street all the

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