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Personal Narrative: A Trip To Ciara's Home
IT'S LIT BOIIIIIIIIII. The squad and I were messing around at Burdick on Wednesday and we had so much fun. Alec and I went to Ciara's house and went to Speedway with her little brothers. Then we went to the school and played music. Alec, Carlos, Kyla, Isabela, Ethan, Presley, And I were running around, but everyone left. I had to watch my little brother so i brought him to Isabela's house with Carlos. Isabela, Carlos, and I watched human centipede, and my little brother was on the PS4 with her little sister. I had to go home Because it got dark out. I had so much fun and we play to hang out again Friday.
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