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Personal Narrative About My Passing Away
The event that i have chosen for my personal narrative is about my passing away.The date was April 2 2017.It was April 2 2016 in the afternoon and me and all my brothers Jun,Chris,and Jose.Jun is 24 years and Chris is 16 and Jose is 20.We were all playing Wii, the game we were playing is called super smash bros in the living room.After one round we took a break and were talking to each other until my brother Chris got a text message from my mom boyfriend saying”she had passed away”.Chris was in shocked but he didn't believe it so he told my older brother Jun he was shocked to so they ended up going to into Jun's room to see if it was true he made a few calls and ended up finding out it was true, when my brother Chris heard it was true he
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