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Personal Narrative: My Experience In Her Trailer
I had notice this face from a few weeks back when I came in her trailer. She had nothing unusually that she wouldn't have dress on before. Her head was down, and she made her best attempt to seem happy. Something in my heart knew something was wrong, but having fun in her trailer and watching t.v shows that I could not see in my house because of my chores over weigh the little things I noticed.
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