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Sleeping Bishop-Personal Narrative

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On this peaceful evening I stood staring a the sleeping bishop. I was holding a candlestick in my right hand. My brain was not working correctly this night. In my crazy mind I wanted to steal everything, but I know this is very wrong. My body reacted nervously and grabbed the silverware and took off. What had I just done? I dashed off as fast as I could.

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