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Personal Narrative: My Brother In Tangerine

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My brother may have meant something different for each and every one of you. He tried to protect me, no matter what. When people tried to hurt me or tease me, he would stand up for me and protect me. He has spent his whole life making a new type of Tangerine; the Golden Dawn. For those of you privileged enough to taste it, you would know how truly magical it was. One thing in particular I remember him saying is, “You know, I walk out here in the mornings sometimes, and I fall on my knees, and I weep, right into the ground. I 'm overcome by the beauty of it all."
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