Personal Narrative On Gray Mini Van

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It was an early April morning, there was still dewdrops on the tulips in our front yard from the storm that rolled through the night before. My family and I all pile into the our gray mini van. We are all dressed in our nicest shoes and combed out our messy hair. We had to wear dresses because pants aren’t “ladylike”. My mom passing us little mints to suck on while we rush down the freeway.

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