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Personal Narrative: We Re Moving
We’re moving?How could we be moving? I’ve lived in California since I was born. Now I am in Cincinnati, with a new house, new friends, and a new school. It was hard at first trying to adjust to a new place, until I met the bag boy.

I loved to grocery shop, Most people hate it but not me. I found it relaxing and I could wander. Mom and dad handed me a list and I left. The supermarket doors swooshed open as I walked in. I grabbed the cart and walked up and down the isles.

My eyes drew me into the line with the
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