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Narrative: My Journey To The Zip Line
Ofri Karni Zip Line Maddness
Mrs.Asselin Final Narrative
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Me walking to breakfast I felt nervous and worried if something will happen to me and my family like if the rope will slice in half or if one of our buckles will fall off. Me, Carmel, Roee, Ronit, Oded, Udi, and Amit were looking for our taxi to take us to our zip lining we reserved. When we found our taki he drove us to the zip-line, it took us about 45 minutes to get there. I felt nauseous on our way to the zip-line because the road was bumpy and I was nervous. Me, Carmel, Roee, Ronit, Oded, Amit, and Udi were walking so many stairs just to get to the place

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