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Personal Narrative: Bone Boy
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The best memories are with my little brother he might go crazy and throw sticks and punches but he loves me and I love him.

One day it was raining cats and dogs and my parents said go play outside so we got ready to play and he said let's run down the hill and I said sure so we were running down the hill and tripped and rolled down the hill and we hit the bottom and tried climbing up and we got up with teamwork and sticks but we got up and took showers and still thought it was fun.

Later that week it was very pretty and sunny so we played this game that one of me and my 2 brothers would hide and me and my little brother would try finding him and his goal is to scare us . My big brother was first his name is bryer bone and I
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