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Personal Narrative: Hi, I Am Kai
Hi, I'm Kai. I'm gonna be up front about this. I enjoy sneaking around, I sometimes pick locks and steal things, sometimes I'm just exploring. I know almost every nook and cranny of this town. I'm confident for this scavenger hunt since I know where almost everything is in this town, even the things I'm not supposed to. And you're probably asking, "How come your parents don't stop you?" Well, my parents are dead, they died ten years ago. I was only 4 years old, they were looking for a plant over by the swamps in town and sunk in the quicksand over there. Since they died, I've been sleeping in the temple in a secret room no-one knows is there. I don't know if the town priest even knows I'm there. You learn a lot of things when people don't
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