Personal Narrative: The Paintball Game

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It was a cool summer evening, my friends joined me in a paintball game that evening. Out of the five of us four were decent shots. Kenny could hit a target three feet away. “Kenny at this rate you’ll just be dragging us down.” James told him in an abrasive manner. “Not to be rude, but James is right Kenny.” I said to him trying to be nice. He is usually a puerile person, but our comment put a dour look on his face. Kenny continued to play with us, but couldn’t carry his own weight. After the game the owners of the arena told us there was going to be a tournament in a week.
After hearing this we played another game trying to improve from our last game. Unfortunately when Kenny was on the move an enemy shot his mask leaving his line of
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