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Personal Narrative: My Father's Machete
My heart leaps out of my throat and I gulp as the creature’s pale white eyes glare into my soul. The intoxicating smell of blood floods my nostrils. Blood slowly trickles down her chin and her once friendly face is now without emotion. Taking a step back, I glance behind me and see my razor-sharp machete lying on the ground, no more than twenty feet from me. I glimpse a final time at my best friend and bolt over to my machete, picking it up quickly. I then sprint straight for my backyard a few blocks away. Once I arrive, I dash past our treehouse, my “base”, and into my parent’s bedroom where I unlock my military father’s safe, which contains landmines, grenades, a shotgun, and a duffel bag to hold everything. I will place the landmines outside
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