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Personal Narrative: Jail Room

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“We entered this [stuffy amusement park like long hotdog space] through a [germy, cheap plastic hole], and were [revolted] by [the harsh] melancholy [lights that looked like the color of wasps, and surrounded us like a thick woolen blanket]. I thought it had the most [pungent perfume] that I had ever [smelled, which smelled like that of a pool in the middle of the summer filled with ant like children not able to walk, and a locker room after clunky giant like creatures run like a hamster on a wheel] . I thought the windows [looked like those of a jail cell, there to retain you like sticky glue] while my head is screaming louder than a tornado siren]Let [ME GO], Let [Me GO],Let [ME GO]. [ In a small box like room connected to the long hotdog

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