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The Pink Panther-Personal Narrative
My dear friend, The Pink Panther, has come a very long way with me. Since he was a baby panther he has always wanted to become a great detective. I remember when I first met him I was robbing a bank and then out of nowhere he came and arrested me. I can still smell the scent in his convertible when he was taking me to the prison. He soothed me made me think about what I did and know I am one of the richest people in the world. I really just wanted to congratulate him for becoming best detective in the world. I knew he could make it if he really did his best. Now he is living the life with money, mansions, and cars. He is such a great man that he shared it all with me. Instead of me being a homeless Hobo, I got to live in one of his biggest
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