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Narrative-Loman Descriptive Writing

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He grabbed his forehead and let out a scream of pain. He was a short, chubby, black man with short legs and a big beer belly. He had yellow stained teeth and the sclera of his eyes which is normally white was yellow. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was really mad. I was in shock. I felt a light chill on my back, my heartbeat raised, I swallowed hard and in an instant I was full of fear. At that moment I knew I was in big trouble. I had managed to throw the rock hard enough to leave a bump on his forehead. He grabbed the thickest branch that he could find and started chasing me. I ran as fast as I could, but the rocks poked my feet which made it hard for me to run. He realized he was not going to catch me, so he stopped
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