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Personal Narrative: My Grandma's Home
One time at my grandma's house,I got so fatigued that i went outside with my brother to play basketball.He went inside to snatch us a drink.
Just after he went inside I spotted a box shaking around the yard where my grandpa parks his car.My grandpa was driving down the road.When he was speeding down into the drive-way,I sent the basketball zooming into the box the box before it got hit by the car.
I ran over to the box to grab it, and gazed inside to see that there were three kittens inside.I gave one to my brother and sister.They were so happy that they got a kitten.I felt really favoriable that I rescued them before they were ran over.
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