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Personal Narrative: Guns Don T Cry

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"It's OK. Everything is going to be OK." Kind words I never wanted to hear. I had never been in love with such creatures . My three cats would dry up my tears and make my stomach hurt for laughing too much because of their mischievousness. All I can remember about that day are memories I had with my cats leaving me when I saw them for the last time.
On November 12th I let my cats out, as usual, to let them enojy the nature that we love. I always appriciated my cats listening to me, but like any other kitten they had "their days." They starred at the streets acting as if I was not calling them inside. I innocently made sure they got what they wanted and left them out over night. Like every morning I make sure my cats get fed, but whose going

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