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Personal Narrative: A Crime Story
Not but a little bit ago me and my little brother got in a feud. What he did to start this was he took my phone charger and losted it and broke it. One thing that got me mad was that he did not ask and he stole it. So then I went to my parents and told on him. Then when my parents were going to talk to him he tried to turn the situation against me. So then i got mad and went ballistic on him. Then what we did to resolve it was he had to buy mea new charger. Then i warned him if he ever did it again he'll be in trouble.

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