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Personal Narrative: Race For Lisa
The day has finally come, the day that everyone is waiting for. Today is the day that my mom will see if the cancer is gone or has spreaded. On the other hand, Carmen has been counting everything that she sees. Yes, my grade has moved up tremendously because of Carmen. Shawntea is still talking about her psychic dreams even though I have already proved her wrong. Thanks to Iliana, all the Chia Pets that I have now decided to bring to the hospital are all gone. I mean, who would say no to a little kid to make them cry. Definitely a person who has no heart or soul. To this day, I can’t believe that our team, Race for Lisa, was in eighth place for getting five-hundred-twenty-six names!
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