Personal Narrative: The City Of California

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We all lived in a city in California called Los Angeles. It was Sunday night, we were coming back from San Francisco. We were coming back from San Francisco, another city in California. We got home at midnight because there was a lot of traffic. It's Monday and were getting ready to go to school. We stopped at a gas station. "What is going on, my friend," asked the store clerk. " Nothing much going on sir," I replied. We got a few bags of chips and twos packets of gum. We walked up to the counter and paid for our food. As we were walking out we looked outside the window and saw two big dogs. "What kind of breed is that," Emanuel asked. I looked at the dogs with eye contact. Ismael told me never to look at a dog face to face.

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