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Personal Narrative: The Jail Mate

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You are not going to believe what happened to me my own friend turned me in and put me in this jail cell “really that 's not a very nice friend said the jail mate” yeah i know that’s not all the story I have more if you have a little bit of time. “yeah i have 2 more years so take your time”said the jail mate. Well me and my friend where at this restaurant 40 years ago and he had this great idea to meet up at this same restaurant in 20 years on that same date and of course at the time I thought it was a very good idea so I told him I would meet up with him at that same exact spot in 20 year then we both left. During that 20 year I had lots of fun,I spent lots of time with my friends and I rode my fourwheeler and I

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