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Snapshot Narrative

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Snapshot Narrative

“I wonder where you could be Marcelo,” I say in a sarcastic voice while I “search” for him under a big blanket. As I lift up the blanket, he gets up, pretends to be scared, and pretends that i’m a monster. I play with him often like this and he enjoys it too and then he watches TV.
The next day during the afternoon, he watches TV and starts laughing at Spongebob making silly faces and starts jumping around on the bed. “Celo, what are you doing?” I ask while trying to calm him down. He doesn’t answer. He just keeps jumping until he finally calmed down and fell asleep to my surprise.
I take a break playing the usual with him because of school and homework, but he doesn’t like that. So as I was doing my homework, he tries

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