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Personal Narrative: Childhood Education

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"Do I have any dreams..." she paused for a slight moment looking at the brooding man on the other side of the large room that was filled with numerous degrees in criminal psychology, behavioral analysis, and the most random one in Childhood Education all from ivy league universities. Universities that held more prestige and honor than anything. Most people would walk into the room and ask the questions that ran through the brunette girl's mind as she tapped her fingers on the side of the black leather chair that matched all the others in the room. "of course I have dreams, I mean who doesn't?" the words came out before she could stop herself. "What are those dreams?" the male finally spoke if only for a moment the hoarse crack in his voice

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