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Personal Narrative: Why The Mower Quit Running

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My mower quit running the other day, while I was empting out leaves at the curb. I asked myself why did the mower quit running, and why will it not start. I thought for a moment about the possible causes. First I was thinking about the modifications I made to the mower. the modifications I mad to the mower were an in line fuel shut off and extended the exhaust pipe. Second I thought about loss of spark. Third I was thinking for a split moment that I might be out of gas. I knew that I had just topped off the gas tank. forth I asked myself could the mower be flooded? I could smell gas very strong. I opened the hood of the lawnmower. first I seen the gas tank was almost empty. second I seen there was gas running out of the carburetor. third there

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