Personal Narrative: Little Blue Jacket
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Complete Sun, Feb 2, 20205m
This is an essay I had to do for class where we took an object from a memory and wrote from the perspective of that object.
This is a memory that I had with my dad when I was around 5 or 6 years old.
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