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Personal Narrative: A Day At A Prison
Ring Ring Ring! Went the bell to wake we inmate's up. I got up to see the dirty walls other prisoners left for me. As I walked to the cafeteria, the rest of the inmates got up. Then I ran into my friend Collin, and we talked about how horrible this prison was. I asked if he wanted to hear my exciting story of how i got into this place.
Collin said, “Sure.”
I said, “Okay but it's a very long story.”
Collin quickly , “Just tell me already!”
I responded, “Okay okay.”
“Twenty years ago I went to chicago to rob things such as banks, stores, and it was going pretty good at first but then i remembered of an agreement i had with my friend Jimmy Wells to meet at a restaurant.” So I went sadly the restaurant was broken down. As I waited there I

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