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Personal Narrative: Chainsaw
I was taking a walk down the beach one night, usually I walk with another person at night but i was feeling like walking alone. As i was walking down the beach i was thinking about what all i did today and what i was going to do tomorrow, as i looked up and saw a box half buried in the sand about 30 yards away. When I walked over to the box and opened it. As i opened the box i noticed that there was a head of a person and a chainsaw. When i saw what it was i didn’t know what to do and was hoping that the person that did that to this guy was not on the beach and does the same to me. I started looking around and i saw a person in the distance. I went back to the bow and took the chainsaw out of the bow, but as i was trying to start the chainsaw
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