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Personal Narrative: My First Immigrant
today iwalk up at six and take a shawer then wared my clothes after thate i pray, then brushed my teath and putted gil. then a took my key and left my appartment. I drive my car to the work after 20 minuts i arrived to my work. i clocken in at sevn and 50 minutes. then i did my egg in the microwive and prepare my tea and milk and tostted my bread.
I ate my brakfast fast so i can take my first pationt. Mary took the first pationt and then i took the second paitiont . i wrked to here and did what dr's instruction said. then I take care of pationts one by one . I did the best work that iI can do to each paitiont. and between the paitionts i ate a piece of cheese cacke. ater wile mary went to rose's cafe to order our foods. then she came back
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