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The Day I Paid-Personal Narrative

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Yesterday was an awful day. First I woke up late and I had to skip breakfast and then I had to dash to school. At school I was talking to a friend and was forced to wear a dunce cap and stand in the corner. Next when I got out of school I tripped and cut my knee because the road in my neighborhood is bad it is uneven cobble stone and dirt. When I got home my parents told they want to talk about be joining a guild because my father works in the metal working guild. I was outraged because I was only seven and already my parents wanted me to work and quit school. So I could calm down I walked to the trading market to see if there was something I could buy with the few coins I had saved up. Then I found a merchant selling toys from China he had

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